This is my first attempt at drabbles and I figured this might help me out of my writer's block on my other stories (both posted here and waiting in the doc manager). I do have the understanding that typical drabbles are only 100 words so I guess these are somewhere between drabbles and one-shots...in all honestly... :)
Oh yea!
I do not own Sailor moon or anything therein.
Dancing
Word count: 402
She spun around the room, each note clinging to her pajamas. Each beat of the drum rode the waves of her hair to the floor. High on happiness, drunk on life, she was in love. She had known she was in love for months, but never thought that telling another soul could be so invigorating.
Her feet continued, hitting the floor in varying bumps and beats. Arms out, she twirled and danced. Hair down for the night after her shower, long golden waves floating around her like a gown.
The last moment of her day, before she stole home for the evening, was a typical fight. More teasing and taunting between her and the dark haired man she adored. More thrown shoes and insults. He made one comment that tore through her and she retorted with "I would never do that to someone who I love." She had felt her face burn but persisted. "I would never do that to you." Then she turned and left, feeling like the whole world had been left on the sidewalk for someone else to care about because now she had nothing to hide from him. All of her secrets were out and now she danced with the happiness and light of a forest fairy dabbing dew on the opening blossoms of dawn.
She had a sense of elated exuberance, spinning in the moonlight pouring in through her window. Dizzy, out of breath, and feeling the friction of carpet against skin, she dropped to the floor in a fit of giggles. It was a freeing feeling to have nothing to hide from the world or the people in it, damn the consequences. Those effects of what she said of the fight were irrelevant as her head fell back against the plush fibers, eyes closing.
The opened window poured cool air over her heated body and brought the deep rich scent of oak with a hint of roses. Hmmmm. She made a small yum sound and thought of him, his exact scent. With her mind's eye, she could see his teasing blue eyes laughing at her and his jet black hair dancing in the wind. Mind and body still reeling from her exuberant emotions, she fell asleep on the floor with only thoughts of a college boy with the most perfect eyes unaware of her on-looker and the single rose he left on her balcony.
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