Random Short Stories From Random Mind

Ballroom Dancing

And as we sway, I stare into his dark eyes, transfixed. They're so dark, so intense and they look only at me. I don't know how long we've been here, it doesn't matter. It's me, him and the gentle piano music. His arms encircle me, squeezing me every now and then as if to make sure I'm really here. I lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Maybe, if we never stop dancing, the night will never end."
He gives a small smile.
"Or maybe, it's a dream and if I look away - even for a moment - I'll wake and you'll be gone."
And so, that is how we stay, in each other's arms, neither of us daring to stop, to look away.
And as we sway, I stare into his dark eyes, transfixed...