I crouched, center-stage. My mind swirled with the images of the dance moves I was about to perform. In my mind there was no gravity to hold me bound to the earth. I lifted up, swirled, twirled, danced on air. My heart leapt for joy. My spirit sang out the chords of music personified. My mind danced…
Reality struck, struck hard.
I crouched, center-stage. My body folded in pain. My legs, and immovable and wilted reality beneath me. My arms whithered and unable to lift even the slightest silk ribbon. My heart thumped out a week da-thump. My spirit wept bitter tears of anguish and screamed out with dischordant cries of raw pain. My mind shut down the fantasy, forever ripped from my soul.
Drunk driving kills dreams…
Braided Stars 
Oooh. Very jarring and sad.
very captiviating…I am totally intrigued….
The contrast is jarring and that’s its power. So very well done.
A small note, I hope you don’t think I’m too forward, but the last line is not needed. The two scenes you so potently describe tell the entire story.
It stands as it is. There’s a statement to be made.
A powerful and raw read.
Thanks! 🙂
Ripped from the daydream into the reality — jarring really is the word here. So raw and powerful. The ending hits you like the car-mangling tree in the photo. Great entry.
Thank you. It was meant to be jarring. Jarring is often what it takes to get the point across.