The name of this dance is threshold.
Silence. Solitude, letting the light in.
The name of this dance is, I'm not ready yet but I'm getting there.
The floor is cool, the door frame is hard, the light from the window is pale yellow. I am a silhouette, a ghost. The name of this dance is you are haunting me.
thinking of the future when this dance has its real name. Yours.