Circus Doll

Orange Lakeside

  Mike and Marge ran down to the lake, which by now was illuminated in orange by the sunset.
  "Woah, this is beautiful." Marge softly said as she stared down into the water.
  "I know. I wanted to show it to you." After some hesitation, he looked into her eyes longingly. "Can you dance for me?"
  Marge pulled a music box from her purse. "Of course!"

  She wound it up gently, and it played a graceful tune. Marge got up on her toes, and began to twirl upon a large, smooth stone. Mike was enchanted by her.
  "You're so amazing..."

    Suddenly the little dancer lost balance and fell on her bottom. In embarrassment, she closed her music box and held her face in her hands.
"Not again."
  Mike got up from where he was lying in the grass, and reached a hand to her. She looked up at him, looking like she was about to cry, and took his hand. He pulled her up off the ground. Mike gently lifted her chin up to face him, and softly said "I don't mind that you're a little clumsy." He laughed sympathetically as he continued. "You're the only girl around here who I can relate to. Everyone else is either too serious or too full of themselves, but you... you're  a day dreamer and have a fragile heart. I admire that about you, and it makes us both artists in our own way."
  Marge smiled. He spoke so poetically. "You don't usually talk like that. I didn't know you also had problems with day dreaming."
"I just thought you deserve this side of me."

   That night, Marge went to bed thinking of Mike, and all the beautiful things they could do together. Oh how wonderful! She smiled to herself, and fell asleep.