Spaced out on Sensation
Rosie Scrivello, DDS
My flaming red hair dances and twirls as I spin and dance around the room, in a frenzy of passionate song. I'm in another dimension… I'm time warping around the room as my reality fades away… I'm in the gothic castle with the impossible floor plan, dancing along with the Transylvanians. There I am. That one. The one with the red hair. Can you see me? I have silver glasses. And black lingerie. I fit in quite well, though. Like I'm under sedation. I can hear the power and desire in my own voice, which belts out the lyrics. I can hear it all. I'm in the lobby. The throne room. You can see me, right? I'm right there.
The chair I'm on spins around. Spinning and spinning. I can feel Frank spinning it behind me. Can you see me? No, probably not. We're alone together. I'm not wearing much of anything. There I am, spinning. Waiting to be touched. I want to be dirty. All night. He's not there. I can't feel his hands. I can't feel anything.
And I open my eyes. I look around. I stop the spinning computer chair. Frank isn't smiling upon me. The other Transylvanians are no where in site. I'm alone. The Rocky Horror Show (2000) CD is blasting from the computer. I look at my IM's. I look at myself. I'm just a teenager in black jeans, and a red, white and blue tee shirt. Just a normal teenager. Not a Transylvanian. I'm back in my computer room. Left again with my dreams.
I blend in quite well with the everyday crowd. You probably couldn't pick me out. Only people who know me could. But you know me, right? And you can see me, right? I'm the one with the red hair. And the black clothing. And the craving of another world.