Footloose adj. free to go where one likes and do as one pleases.
Concise Oxford English Dictionary Eleventh Edition.
She’s stuck in a queue. She’s tired, she doesn’t want to be there. She hates shopping. The only shopping she likes is the kind where you have time to mosey around and you don’t have to buy anything. She likes shopping when there’s no pressure. She likes shopping when you can leave when you’ve had enough but she’s stuck right now. She needs the thing. She needs it for tomorrow. She’s run out completely. She’s in the queue. She wishes she wasn’t. She wishes there were less people ahead of her. She wishes it was moving faster. Her back is aching. Her shoulders are heavy. She wants to get out of her shoes and her clothes and shed it all.
Her mind wanders….
She fantasises about soaring above it all! Leaping into a world of rapid weightless dreams where she’s as quick and nimble as a traceuse. She air runs over people’s heads, launching off them with the lightest touch. She’s swift and thrilled with her power, her freedom, her elevation! She’s out of the store and into the night and flying free…
Her bag is dead weight on her arm. A creeping numbness brings her back to the nagging burden of her grounded body. She’s in the queue. She’s in the never ending, never moving queue.
She could just leave. She could just leave this queue. She can’t fly of course but one foot in front of the other, she could do that. She considers the item in her hand: it ignites. If she were to leave without paying, if she were to steal it, the thing that tethers her would rocket her forward to freedom!
The thing burns and vibrates in her hand. Her body tingles with possibility. She checks the length of the queue. She checks the exits, navigates the path she’d take.
The sight of an ample security guard frays her plans. Though, she thinks, he probably wouldn’t be able to move that fast: she’d easily scoot past him!
She can’t stay here much longer but if she did it and suceeded……..The face of his defeated wife’s face flashes through her mind. The cries of his starving children ring in her ears. She sees his shoulders slump as he sinks into a grubby sofa that swallows him whole.
She leaps into space and the world of rapid weightless dreams where she’s as quick and nimble as a traceuse. She air runs over people’s heads, launching off them with the lightest touch. She’s swift and thrilled with her power, her freedom, her elevation! She’s out of the store and into the night and flying free…
She’s in the queue.
And yes this was inspired by Kenny Loggins