The pounding beat of drum and bass calls to me.
A waft of smoke drifts by as I enter the club.
I am mesmerized by the light show and guitar tones.
When I spot a cute guy wearing a gray T-shirt and black jeans, the flirting begins.
I am childfree, so I can go out when and where I please.

The sun peers through the blinds and I finally wake up at noon.
A mild headache quickly fades.
Though many cocktails were consumed the night before, I am not hungover.
I stretch and climb out of bed, ready to start the new day.
I am single, so I can enjoy sleeping on the entire queen-sized mattress.

My foster dog barks and whines at me.
He is ready to go outside and play with a ball.
We extend our hike around the neighborhood to include the walking trail near my apartment.
After we return home, we play tug of war with his S-toy.
I am an animal lover, so I can spoil my pet.

The blinking light on the computer screen beckons me.
I open the word processing app and look at my notes.
I interviewed the singer of a local heavy metal band a few days ago.
Words flow from my brain to the keyboard as I type quickly.
I am a music journalist, so I can work whenever I feel like it.

A record spins on the turntable.
Discordant notes play from the marbled red vinyl.
I sing along to the hip-hop tune.
The beat goes on and draws me in to the story told in the song.
I am a loner, so I cherish solitary activities.

I live alone as a single, childfree woman.
I serve as mom to animals in need.
I work when I have the time and inclination.
I enjoy spending quality time with myself.
And I could not be happier at this stage of my life.