Shadow dance

I find myself with my back in bed, my gaze fixed on one point, my hands on my side in a base position, with my legs stretched out and watching the shadows move on the ceiling, I watch them dance together and join together, as If it were a choreography that they want to show me, I still don't understand how it is possible to see them dance if there is no light anywhere. Has common sense fallen asleep today? I only make sense of that answer. Seeing how the shadows move in a dark place reassures me, although I have no idea how it is possible, but I calm my mind telling me not to look for logic where there is no, reason where it does not exist, just observe how the impossible goes on a trip and ceases to exist, taking a momentary vacation so that everything is possible in this dry and meaningful world.

It starts to rain and it bothers me a little, but only this kind of rain, which wet my forehead and has no sound that I can hear, only drops that fall from it and increase my body temperature. I want to clean those drops, but I feel that I can scare the shadows with my movements, I don't want them to stop dancing, I want to see them until they fall asleep, until I forget where I am... Although to all these Where am I?

I carefully move my head so as not to scare the dancers of the night, I see around me and I don't find anything familiar, just the thought of feeling lost is the only thing I can feel like mine in this place surrounded by the strange. I look back at the ceiling, where the shadows are leaving. Is it over? Don't hear applause so it shouldn't be possible, they should be taking a break. One of the shadows calls me, says to follow her, but I lose sight of her, I can't find her, I try to get up to follow her step, to follow them all until I find her, but I only find a shadow, big and neutral, I think common sense has awakened...