“I love you, too,” I said.
“What was that?” asked the man behind the counter.
You laugh like music.
“You're so beautiful,” I said.
“I think you’ve had enough,” said the man.
“Let’s dance!” You leap up from your chair and you spin across the floor. The light shimmers in your copper brown hair. Your skirts are flower petals caught in the wind.
I dance, too.
“Whoa, buddy, you alright?”
“Someone call him a cab.”
You spin and you spin. But you’re drifting away.
“Sleep it off, buddy. You’ll be alright.”
Where did you go?
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray