turn around, bright eyes

I am currently making an enormous fool out of myself in the coffee shop.

I cannot help it. Bonnie Tyler is singing her ass off in my ear, and I cannot control my feet, my legs. My hands lift off the keys and beat air drums —

“Total Eclipse of the Heart” is one of the best damn songs of all time.

I can’t stop. stee’s giving me the raised eyebrow, looking with even more concentration at his keyboard, pretending I no longer exist. He has to, because I’m mouthing, “We’re living in a powder keg and GIVIN’ OFF SPARKS!” Legs kicking. Head bobbing. Continue reading