Dreaming

I am in a dance hall with a dance partner; he is a dark-skinned, biracial man. We are dancing, but really all we are doing is running across the floor as I don’t know how to dance. I’m not really taking it seriously. He shows me how to position my hand, but I do that thing that I do in life, where I don’t take it seriously and think it can be achieved anyway with as good results. I put my hand how I want it and laugh it off. I notice that his head touches the ceiling; there is dust or spiders near him, but then they disappear.

I have my hand in the correct position, and I am taking it a bit more seriously. Suddenly, I am dancing properly across the floor. I feel light and graceful, and just amazing. I feel really attracted to my dance partner, and it feels as if my tight, firm, nimble yet light body is just moulding into his. Our bodies are so close the whole time, and I want to be consumed by that. Our lips are touching the entire dance, but we aren’t kissing, although I think I would have liked to.