Ratatouille Perspective
August 22, 2009 by lastgunslinger
“I can’t feel my legs,” I whispered, grinning stupidly, to the girl dancing next to me.
“Do a headstand,” she replied, nodding encouragingly as though she was sure what she was talking about.
I did what she told me and as I watched a sea of legs move in random fashion, I felt my blood starting to rush to my head. The thump-thump of the speakers seemed muffled from down here, I thought. Out of the oblivion my head was in, I heard a voice shouting, “Do you feel them now?”
I answered, “I do, thanks!”
A very danceable song was playing.
I felt lonely.
Everything looked and sounded stupid from down here.
Mum mum mum mah.
