I had a dream about you.

Dancing we were, in front of numerous strangers under bulbs of flaming light that lingered just long enough to see each others face.

My dress was a deep indigo, effortlessly matching your b&w; tux.

The melody of the song allowed us to dance as if we were professing our love for each other through ever step, every glance.

And through out the dance, I hadn't fully studied the crevices of your face until I finally looked closely, for that was when I realized I wasn't dancing with you at all.

I was dancing with him,
and I quite enjoyed the rhythm we swayed to much better than I thought I would.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-