Sandra’s delicate stretches, reaching the very tips of her toes, were a testament to her mastery, a clear indication that everything was under her command. In that moment, it felt as though she was the very center of the universe. The furniture, haphazardly strewn around the room, seemed to bow in reverence to her relentless presence, acknowledging her dominion with silent, grateful gestures. The city’s dim, ambient light bathed her in a glow, elevating her performance to celestial heights. This was her moment of idealization, the culmination of all her efforts. She felt an almost divine alignment with the legacy her mother had passed down to her, every step, every movement, a tribute to that sacred bond.The streets of Berlin, even in their usual chaos, seemed to fall silent in honor of her dance. Every precise step and turn was in harmony with the universe, every gesture a reflection of her life’s purpose. But suddenly, an unexpected, minuscule electric shock coursed through her spine, reaching her ears with an eerie sensation. Despite this jolt, her movements remained fluid, undeterred by the unexpected disruption. She was on the cusp of completeness, having fought through countless struggles to reach this exact moment. Yet, even amid this near-perfect equilibrium, a gnawing, unfamiliar feeling began to invade her. It grew within her, creeping into her body, compelling her to cease her dance. With a heavy heart, Sandra opened her eyes and caught the faint glow of her phone’s screen, its light a stark contrast to the darkness around her. She removed her headset, which had been orchestrating the ambiance of her dance. The urgency pressing on her chest was palpable, a blend of fear and unease. She reached for her phone, her hands trembling as she saw the 45 missed calls, all from Melanie, her closest friend. Confusion gripped her—why so many calls? They were supposed to meet today. Her instincts told her something was terribly wrong. As she dialed Melanie’s number, her mind raced. “Hello Melanie, what’s the matter?” Her voice wavered, trying to mask the growing dread within her. Melanie’s response was a sob, her voice laced with panic and sorrow. “I’m so sorry, Sandy,” she cried.Sandra’s heart sank, the fear coiling tighter around her chest. “What happened, Mel?” she pressed, desperation creeping into her voice.There was a pause, a silence so heavy it felt as though it could suffocate her. Then Melanie’s words hit Sandra like a searing wave. “You need to come to the hospital,” she said….
© Guney Sokullu 2024-08-27