Oh my back is killing me. I guess that’s what happens when you’re bent over with a huge weight on your back. Or something like that. At least this time, the weight isn’t on my front. Or side. The times with the weight on my side are the worst. Ugh. I hate those times. But I suppose that it’s worth it. I mean when the weight is off…

When the weight is off, I get to shine. Twirl, whirl. Around and around. Balanced perfectly on my toe. Twirl, whirl. Around and around. Oh what joy! Beautiful music playing just for me. The light shines on me and reflects off the jewels all around. Twirl, whirl. Around and around. Oh what joy! I love being a ballerina in a music box. At least when I’m out. When I’m twirling and whirling. Around and around. Oh what joy! Oh what joy! Twirling and whirling. Whee!

But for now…

Dark. Quiet. Weight on my back.

Ugh. My back is killing me.