Sliding her foot into the soft bubbles, followed by the hot water that filled the bathtub. She turned and let her other foot follow. Sinking slowly into the warmth and weightlessness of the water, she could feel the stress of the day melt away. She let her arms lay floating in the bubbles, and her head lay back on the cold porcelain of the tub. Closing her eyes, she let herself escape into a dream.
His hand was open, waiting for hers to be placed, ever so gently on his. With out any words, he was asking for a dance. Wanting to hold her close, be with her and look into her eyes, and nothing else. She smiled, and obliged his request. From the moment her hand touched his, she was swept off her feet into his arms, and onto the floor. She did not even notice if there were others attending this dance, this ball. She only was there for him, and him for her. The music was quiet and smooth, like the dance that it accompanied. . They did not speak, she looked into his eyes, and thought of nothing but her feet moving to the music, his hand on the small of her back, leading her gently in the direction he wanted to move, his eyes taking in her entire body, and the feel of their hands holding one another.
She knew that this was a dream, but did not want to move. This was her time to escape into a world she knew would never come to fruition, but longed for it dearly. The bath was tepid and she slowly emerged from the water into a long white bath robe. Looking longingly into the water, not wanting to let go of the dream, and the feelings that accompanied, she pulled the plug and let the water drain.
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