Angelique Colon

Soul Dance

I felt a twinge nervous and excited while I was standing in front of his home. My emotions piled up, brick by brick making a wall up to my throat. James opened the door, I could tell he was pleased to see me by his smirk, his salt and pepper mustache curling around his lips. I took off my sneakers and placed them with the others, exposing my feet. When my toes touched the warm cedar hard wood floor, made me feel grounded, as if my toes were digging themselves in the dirt, planting my stance. The exposed brick wall and collection of books surrounding his living room delighted me. I was in the home of an adult, who lived alone. The realization made my insecurities sink into the abyss of my chest. I was in the home of a man, not a boy and it showed. I had no real expectations, but light conversation and physical activities would conspire but I felt like this would be different than any other one-night stand.