Ding-Dong, Let’s Dance! by Michele Lee

Seven nights of this!
It has been fun and reminiscent,
but I am tired! I need to rest.

Every night, for a straight seven, the same routine –
as soon as I fall asleep, the doorbell rings.
A faint ding-dong redirects the plot of my sleeping dream.

In the dark and in my current dream scene, I’d like to stay,
but the chimes persist; they won’t go away.
Just a minute! Into the dark, I scream.
Curiosity morphs into agitation as I sleepwalk down the dark hallway.

I turn the knob and to my surprise is a man I’ve seen (on video) many times, but standing on my porch, in the middle of the night, now this is a surprise! C’mon now, he sings, as he extends his hand toward mine. I reach and grasp. Why not, I decide. He is not alone, I notice, as I step into the night. He is surrounded by bouncy people whose hips move and sway. I join in as we move toward the street and the man in a red zippered top and black leather pants, holding my hand, sings while looking my way, Throw away the work to be done… everybody sing, everybody dance, lose yourself in wild romance. They in their bright colored clothes, and me in my pjs carried on that way, until the night met day.

The next night, I was ready to sleep after my night of dancing All Night Long,
but my peaceful sleep would be brief, because just after I reached R.E.M.,
it happened again! Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Tired, but now intrigued, I slumbered toward the knob and my eyes must surely deceive, because I cannot believe the big-haired bunch standing across from of me! The lead man wearing hot-pink tight pants and I share the same middle name and same blond tumbleweed. hehehe Behind him are two brothers with smiles that delight and another cat with less hair and height. I join them, making their even four an odd five and odd we were, as we Dance(d) the Night Away. It was getting late, we were getting loud, and the neighbors were beginning to peek and pry, but I gave them no mind, because on this night I wasn’t going to skip romance, ‘cause, like the screaming singer said, as he turned my way, you’re old enough to dance the night away

Early to bed the next night, not because I was tired from my late-night dancing, but because I could not wait to see who might appear behind door number three. A bit restless from the excitement of my new nightly routine, I finally drifted to sleep… This time, I was at the door before the first dong dropped its chime. Who can it be? A thousand possibilities raced through my brain as I turned the knob. Are you kidding me, I said with a chuckle of disbelief. Only one man, wearing tight black slacks and an unbuttoned black shirt, stood in front of me. Magically, my comfy pjs were transformed into a backless poofy pink dress – just my size! What a fantastical surprise! He held out his hand and the music began. Now I had the time of my life… We danced and twirled down the street and the song continued that honestly is not my cup of tea, but it didn’t matter because I was having the time of my life… it felt like a magical fantasy and I seemed to understand the urgency. He did drop me one time, leaving grass stains on my pink dress and scraping my knee. What other explanation could there be?

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