Waltzing

4: Dancing

The singular waltz of the night, the one time I’d get to hold her hand and dance the night away. She was gorgeous. She wore a beautiful crystal gown. It was ruffled to a maximum fluffiness, each with crystals bedazzling the dress in a mesmerizing fashion. Her curls bounced elegantly and smoothly as she walked down the stairs. She wore a sparkling shining crown with a blue jewel as the star. She had wings of spiking starbursts, matching her crown perfectly. She was gorgeous, the one I’d love to dance with.

The music was subtle and calming. It was like liquid chocolate, smooth and sweet. I would walk up to her, grab her hand, and twirl gently to the beat. She’d smile, her pale lips showing some shining white teeth. Her eyes, endless pools of easy-going blue, sparkled just like her dress. Then she’d bow down and enjoy the dance.

I snapped out of the imagination. She took the hand of another man’s and bowed to him. She didn’t have that happy smile I imagined, no teeth were showing. Her eyes looked dull, no sparkles at all. The princess didn’t smile to the prince.

I grabbed my mandolin and started strumming to the beat. Dancing, a great tool to invite a guest. Though, I was not invited to this.

Start time: 9:55 PM 1/4/19

End time: 10:37 PM 1/4/19