Do people have electricity inside them?
If they do, does it become depleted over time?
I can remember a time when, lying wide awake in bed in the small hours of the morning, I had so much energy pulsing through me. So much planning, so much spinning, so much to do, so much excitement.
Perhaps I was just drunk.
Or life itself was intoxicating. I had it all ahead of me.
Now if I am awake in the middle of the night, it's all about monotony. Changing children's sheets, re-covering the baby. Trying to get straight back to sleep so I don't suffer in the morning.
Where is the excitement? Drama? Electricity?
I made myself this shiny and tulle ruffle skirt to conjure up some spark.