Drunk in Love

The sensual notes of "Drunk in love" by Beyoncé and Jay Z make me close my eyes as I dance.  It's 9 p.m. and the dance school is almost deserted except for me, my students who have dropped out half an hour ago.

I lose myself between each chord running my hands through my body as the subtle melody advances.  I move my hips, turn and jump delicately ... all with my eyes closed.  At the end of the song, I grab my bottle of water and walk to my little office to wash up a bit in her bathroom.

I was about to leave when I started listening to music ... it was beautiful.

I did not care because it was normal that vehicles would pass in front of the building with loud music, we are on the middle of the avenue between 5th and Road Campbell avenue.  Take a towel and dry myself quickly since the temperature began to drop when Christmas was so close;  When I finished dressing I noticed that I had forgotten my scarf in the living room when I arrived in the afternoon.  I went to look for it and was very surprised when I realized that the music was coming from there. First I thought that someone had entered ... that some of my boys wanted to play a prank on me, but no.  I looked everywhere (the study where the school was was not that big) besides that the door was still closed from the inside as I closed it before I went to shower. I frowned and with the control I turned off the speakers.  I went straight to my house, ate something light and with a cup of hot chocolate in hand I went to bed to read a little before going to sleep.

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 I do not know when I fell asleep, I only know that I was in my bed covered with a soft duvet that my reading glasses were on the small night table to my right and the book was no longer in my hands.  I looked at the table and it wasn't there either, I leaned over to see if I had dropped it when I was sleeping and nothing.  I shrugged it off and settled back into my comfortable warm sheet going back to sleep.  The next day I arrived at the studio early to prepare everything before the arrival of my students and I put on a very moving linkin park song.  .  Burn it down ... I love dancing while doing everyday things and that kind of music recharges me with good vibes and energy.

At one point the music turned off, I thought the electricity had failed or the cd had run out but I remembered that I was playing mp3 from my iphone.  I was going to the music player when the students began to arrive and magically the music began to dream again .... Will I be going crazy? .. that's what I thought as I finished taking out the little trash from the study after cleaning to go home , I was walking back inside when I heard the beautiful melody of yesterday again ..

Upon entering I confirmed it, it was beautiful but somewhat sad and paying attention to it now I closed my eyes as I usually do when listening to a soft melody that I like and I could feel what the music transmitted .. without noticing it I began to move through the room, I slid slow, I felt my heart ache but I recognized the pain that went through it.  It was not physical, it was the pain of a broken heart consumed by sadness, tears began to run down my cheeks as I danced and at the end of the melody I could not bear it anymore and I fell on my knees to the floor crying.

  This pain was unbearable .. it burned, I gripped my chest until I couldn't breathe .. I cried and cried until I felt that there were no more tears left but I no longer felt pain, I felt as if I were a cloud and now without the weight of so much sadness could float ... then everything was getting dark and my eyes were closing until everything was black.  I had passed out.

I woke up hours later to find myself alone in the middle of the room.  It almost gave me something when I realized that I was alone at almost 2 in the morning and that I had not closed the door when I came in when I went out to take out the trash, I stopped so fast that my head spun before I reached the door and To my surprise, I found the door with the lock on ... from the inside and I'm sure I didn't put it.

This situation was starting to scare me.

I heard noises in the living room, I came back but there was no one.  

- Hello, is there anyone? - Just silence ..

 - I'm really going crazy- I sighed and walked to my office to get my bag and keys.  I heard noises now in the bathroom, but no one was there, the door was open, and the shower was empty.  "Sure is the plumbing .. it's common in these old buildings" I thought.  But when I looked up, what I saw made me run away without looking back.  On the foggy bathroom mirror there was a sentence written, how someone of hers will finish it with her fingers.  

"YOU ARE NOT CRAZY ANAYA .. I'M HERE".

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Part 1 of 5 of this short story.