I’m alone here,
in the warm quiet,
soaking up the possibilities.
My thoughts are free to fly about
and I let them wander.
I dance on tiptoes in the kitchen
and pretend I’m a model in the hallway.
I sing loud enough for the neighbors
and delight in hitting the high notes
I’m too shy to sing in front of others.
I talk loudly to myself,
and yell the things I’ll never say.
It’s the most naked I can be while dressed.