What do you do when the students leave?
I think I know the answer.
First: a quick warm-up by the bar.
Second: an in-depth practice of more advanced techniques.
Third: you return to your office, music still ringing in your ears, and get down to the tedious business of planning tomorrow's class.
Lastly, and this is just conjecture,
You lean back in your chair, the day's work finally complete.
Your whiskers twitch and you admire the moonlight streaming through your window.
Now is the time—this is the time
when you contemplate your regrets.
A life devoted to dance, superseding dreams of domestic bliss.
Dreams of love, of children…
Herein lies the source of your preoccupation.