today i got yelled at by mum. she thought i had taken the biscuits out of the pantry, but it wasn't me! in all honesty, i think it was my dog, pancakes, but i didn't want to get him in trouble. mum already hates him.
i almost missed seeing you today, i had been sitting at my window, waiting for half an hour when you finally emerged from the same alleyway as yesterday.
you seemed a lot more tired, and you almost fell while doing some long spinny thing (i think it's called a pirouette, but i'm not sure). i held my breath, begging you not to hurt yourself. luckily, you didn't fall over, and just paused for a second before continuing your dance.
i think i need a name for you, but i don't want to presume your name is one thing, only to discover it's something else, that is, if i ever do find out what your real name is. until then, i have time to think about what i should call you.
i wonder if you would mind what name i gave you.
-rose
YOU ARE READING
My Little Blue Dancer
Romance"I thought you were gone. I thought you had left. But it turns out my little blue dancer can walk on rooftops."
