She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. Keeping her knees together, she slid her purple shoes… Assuming it wasn’t visible, but still there, she resumed her shuffling, but this time away from the light. She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words. It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, ‘DANCE’. The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her heart rate and urgency for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of blood flow to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to pant heavily. With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew.
