A Quiet Rhythm

Your kind words stayed in my heart all evening. Before going to rest, I slipped down to the smooth wooden floor. In the quiet room, the wall clock made a soft, steady tick. I matched my steps to its beat. One toe forward, pause, then a light turn along the edge where the rug meets the wood. My ballet shoes made barely a whisper. Keeping my balance took careful focus, but I found the rhythm. It felt peaceful to dance a tiny lullaby for the night.