I was dancing with the love of my life, with my arms around his shoulders, his hands around my waist. My feet were resting on his, as he carried me around effortlessly, as if I was weightless. He looked into my eyes with pride and said something clever and flirtatious like he does whenever he sees a chance, and then he locked me in a long long kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it. How I longed for this feeling! How I wished to know this sensation of being held by him, having known him for years only through letters. However, as soon as I opened my eyes, he was gone. It was as if he was never there. My heart sank as I searched for him. Then I recalled, "oh, but he has two left feet". And then I woke up, again.
