“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?
♥/Kat!e
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
Turned back upon the past?" from Edgar Allan Poe's A Dream.
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2 comments:
This is great! I love how it shows the whirlwind that meeting someone can be.
I can't help but wonder if he's just 100% intoxicated or, knowing you :D, if he's seeing something from a different world or time.
This may sound silly, but I really like your use of italics :D
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