Dance, then wherever you may be
Something's woken me. Something stirring in the back of my mind. I reach across the bed, gently, softly, not wanting to wake him but needing to feel his skin. Rest my hand on his chest and count with the rise and fall to lull me back to sleep. I jolt awake. Insomnia. I'm used to it. But in these early hours it's different. I make tea and toast knowing that sleep has drifted away. I come back to bed and turn on my little radio - my saviour when the night is too big. And on comes Lord of the Dance - one of our wedding songs. And it feels so right. For today, is our wedding anniversary. I'm sure I was awake at this hour thirty-six years ago, filled with excitement. My parents' house swelled with relatives and I was spending my last night in my little box room. I was twenty-two years old and I was soon to walk down the aisle and begin a new life. But before that there was a frantic day filled with picking up the wedding cake, the hair salon, laughing with parents, brot