We're hand in hand, dancing to Heart Of Gold in Joseph's music room.
Joseph tells me it's always been a recurring daydream of his to dance with the love of his life to this song. Whenever he hears it, he can see his true love. Mary doesn't like the song; he said he should've known that was a sign.
"I don't know where the thought came from, but for as long as I can remember, this fantasy replays in my head whenever this song comes on," Joseph says in a limber, humble tone.
Josephs right arm is around my waist, his left hand interlocked with my right. I rest my left hand on his shoulder, along with my head. I'm weak and clumsy against his strong, dominant body. I follow his lead.
We start off a bit messy, waving back and forth, tripping over each other's feat. Quickly, however, Joseph leads us into a dreamy 80s-teen-movie-style fox-trot.
We step left, we step right, we step back… Joseph spins me out, away from him, then gracefully brings me back into his arms. I lose track off the steps as we melt away together, swaying, stepping, spinning, dipping. It's like he's controlling my every move, and I can remain mindless, drifted away, lost in this moment.
My nose is pressed against his pale pink, cotton shirt; filled with the smell of Joseph. The smell that brings up so many emotions. The smell that reminds me of, warm, fuzzy feelings, safety, comfort; all of the things that make up Joseph.
His scent reminds me of being close to him; like I am now. Like the infamous night on his yacht. Hopefully it will stay a reminder of good times; many good times to come.
His chest is slowly moving in and out against my face. I can hear his heartbeat, slow, calm, and collected. Surprisingly, being this close with Joseph, mine is staying calm too. I guess he has that effect; contentment.
I feel his chest vibrate, as he hums along with the song. I want him to sing for me. He has such a lovely voice. His humming alone is enough to alleviate all negative feelings, and bring my brain and body to ease. I'm completely present, without a worry in the world; surrounded with Joseph.
My hand becomes a tired from holding his; they're so much bigger than mine. I relax it, and he takes over the grip, continuing to lead me in dance.
Left step, spin out, spin in, right step, spin out, spin in, back, forwards, dip down, back up.
He's a graceful and gracious dance partner. I enjoy him being in control, allowing me to be vulnerable in his well-formed arms.
I feel myself drifting further away, out of our present consciousness. Joseph supports me as my body begins to function less coherently.
"Is it bedtime, my sweet boy?" An inviting voice murmurs into my ear.
The voice causes an overwhelming sense of affection to washes over me. "Mm-hmm," I agree, sleepily. I come to the realization that I'm still in the arms of Joseph; There's nothing I want more in the world than to enjoy this moment as it is happening, right now.
Joseph picks me up, bridal-carry style. I sling my arms around his scruffy neck; he hasn't shaved for awhile. I'm awake enough to analyze his stubble-ly face. It's honestly a very sexy look for him.
I prop my head against his as he carries me to an unknown destination.
The song is over, but he continues to hum along, like it's playing in the background.
I bounce against him, as he brings me up some stairs. Soon, he places me carefully into a spacious, cushiony bed. A soft, heavy blanket is placed on top of me and tucked around me .
I feel a soft pair of lips press against my forehead, as begin to succumb to unconsciousness.
"Sweet dreams, my heart of gold."