Today she was curled up. My dancing girl. Her hands reaching down to her toes, right over her feet. Her dark tutu fanning out, her face pointed down at her legs. Her long elegant arms were straining and starting to shake. The night sky behind her was twinkling and glittering. One strand of hair is falling out of her bun, gently falling against her face. Her eyes are closed in the perfect image of concentration and calmness. The curve of her back was so perfect, arching like the edge of the moon. I don't what to do with her. She is everything. I should sleep. These late night drawings are bad for the eyes. Goodnight dancing girl.
