I’ve been having the most deliciously random fantasies lately.
My favorite involves a big button or switch on the wall in my house. I’m in control, and I can flip that switch any time I want. The lights go down, a big disco ball descends from the ceiling, and loud, throbbing dance music fills the room. Everyone has to stop whatever it is that they’re doing and dance for the duration of the song.
When the song is over, the music stops, the disco ball disappears, and the lights go back up. Everyone goes back to normal as if nothing happened: back to the arguments, or feeding, or navel gazing, or research, or contemplation of washing dishes.
But something did happen.
Everything is better.
Because we danced.