I am One with the Tent, the Tent is One With Me

By a Dancer 28 Hours into Dance Marathon

I am one with the Tent. The Tent is one with me. The Tent feeds me. It protects me. It would never harm me. I am one with the Tent, the Tent is one with me, and I am not afraid.

The Tent lets me dance to proclaim my joy. The Tent rewards me with snacks that rain down from the sky. The Tent restores me, and I am happy.

The Tent finishes one block and begins the next anew. When I am tired the Tent permits me to lie down and rest my sore limbs. The Tent allows my feet be rubbed and my eyes briefly shut. The tent fills my water bottle with water, the plastic runneth over, and I am humbled.

The tent restores me with moments of rest and gives me strength when my body’s movement to rhythm is needed. The Tent asks me to dance, and I obey: I am thankful.

Surely organic popcorn, themed costumes and LED lights shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the House of the Tent forever, and I am grateful.