I always listen to music when I’m in the bathroom, and I always dance when I’m alone.
Except you were in my room, looking in, and I was brushing my teeth to the beat. I don’t even remember the song, I just know that it moved me, manipulating my joints and twitching my bones like a marionette. Shoulders, hips, legs co-ordinated like a shameless drunk.
And if you mentioned it now, I still wouldn’t admit it.

