Besides the studio, the laundry room was the only place I could dance. That's why I always did laundry so late, so nobody would see me. The ballerina with the bruises. As I turned the clothes to the right side and placed them in the washer, I spun on the balls of my feet and raised my heel to my knee.
When I danced, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I felt like a swan on the water in the pale moonlight. It felt like the air around me was lighter and I could finally breathe. That's why I loved it so much.
As I turned around to place the empty bag of detergent in the trash, somebody else was there.
