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Dance
a story of falling in love with yourself.
Intro
I’m eight years old, and I'm playing the game for the first time. It is a game I have invented myself and don’t tell anyone about. It is an incredibly simple and begins with me undressing myself. I hang my clothes over the light blue chair next to my bed and take a seat on the large window shelf, naked. As I watch the people passing, I see children laughing on their bikes, mothers carrying shopping bags, and fathers driving cars. My bedroom is located on the third floor. Low enough for me to see passers-by in the street, but high enough for them not to notice me immediately.
When no one looks up, I silently whisper random words towards them, hoping to catch their attention. All I want is to be noticed. The possibility that they can look up and see me naked arouses me. I’m playing with the possibility of being seen. How visible do I want to be? How far can I go to let strangers almost see me and my naked body?
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