the dance

They spun and they twirled.

The night flew by.

There was a swirl of colors all around, the gowns were varying shades from the palest pink to the brightest of blues.

The girls had bouncing curls and the boys had hair carefully placed with gel.

There was a thud of music.

The sound of feet hitting the floor was rhythmic.

The music changed, and the beat slowed down.

She recognized the song, it was the one she danced to in her room, and sang to in the shower.

It was her song.

She looked around the room and there he was, wearing black on black and sporting a red tie.

Her friend nudged her over and she practically whispered, "Would you like to dance?"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, "I would love to dance."

just breathe.