Thoughts and Things

You, in that dress

Dancing, swaying,

the huge room becoming smaller and smaller as more people filled it,

the darkness swallowing us slowly,

the crowd of dresses and rented tuxedos,

the faces blending together,

people bouncing and bobbing and swaying to the music,

the dull roar of the crowd combining to make conversations difficult to hear-

And I remember how those kids could dance,

and I remember wishing I knew what to do,

how to move my feet,

where to put my hands-

but I looked back to him and suddenly I didn't care.

I moved to the beat,

stepping on my own feet and tripping on my dress-

so I removed my heels and kept slipping over the well polished floor,

and I grabbed his hands and I pulled him close

and we made fools of ourselves

together.

He smiled down at me, apologizing quietly,

murmuring something about not knowing how to dance,

and I shrugged, because I didn't know either.

I knew the basics just from watching the other people,

so he wrapped his arms gently around my waist

as if afraid I might break if he was too rough,

and I wrapped my arms around his neck,

pulling my body close to him.

"I think we should be spinning."

"I don't think so.

This is nice."

"Are you sure?"

"If you don't want to spin, we won't spin."

"Okay."

I smiled, and so did he.

What a night...