But reality made its edits.
Instead of a languid gaze into the night sky, I heard the first chords of my favorite track and... my inner disco demon broke free😂😂
I started throwing moves so wild that this wide belt almost turned into a catapult haha
I was spinning, waving my arms, and adjusting my hair with the face of someone who just won a Grammy, not just someone who survived the work week.

At the height of my "show," right as I hit a particularly high note (with my mouth, not my voice, thank god haha), a guy peeked onto the balcony looking like he’d seen a ghost...
— Um... are you okay? — he asked — We thought you were fighting a pigeon out here
— It’s an expressive dance! — I snapped, staying in character, even though I was already planning to move to another city in my head 😂

The funniest part was the neighbor downstairs leaning out his window at that exact moment and yelling:
"Either turn the music down or jump already, your backflip sucks!"

In this photo, I’m smiling specifically because the cringe level peaked so hard that it became physically hilarious!!! This is my "here and now": standing in a white dress, glowing like a Christmas tree, and realizing that even if you look like a broken windmill, you’re having a damn good time.

!!!Life is too short to be adequate on a balcony!!!