Up and down, up and down. The impact is low and I barely move, just enough to match my breath, enough to make me sleepy. It stops and I perk up. It’s louder than I expected, louder than I like. My blood seems hotter, faster. Something is happening, and it should be familiar, but it’s just a little different. Usually that pulsing is distant, but now it pushes right into my temple and I don’t like it one bit. Closing my hand into a fist, I lash out once and then drop it back to my side. That’s just enough to trigger the response I need.
The pressure eases and I think maybe I can sleep again. The voices are quiet now, soft and happy. This is the best time. I never sleep at this time. The voices mingle with music and I shift and slide with the rhythm, a rhythm I can feel all around me, through me. For a moment, my whole world is music and feet can’t help but move along.
“Here, come here.”
The music is still there, but it has been dampened. I wait a moment and then kick again.