Author's Note: Yeah, I was in a weird dreamy mood so I decided to write something dreamy. You know, a muted soft reality that's all dreamlike. Anyway, "you" refers to Namine.

Disclaimer: I will now beat you with a chicken.

You were angry with him before. He was exasperated. You said he didn't know who you were or what you liked and if he even knew what you liked to do. You muttered "dancing" under your breath.

You hear a knock knock knock on the door hours later and you look back to where you were standing only a couple of minutes ago.

He's right there and you realize after staring back at him for so long that you should probably open the door for him because you can't just leave him out there in the dusk. You grasp the cold chilly doorknob and just as you open the heavy wooden door he grips your hand gently and pulls you outside back with him as you're thinking nothing (just go with the movement).

He pulls you outside in the soft green grass (was it always there?) and the balmy hot air with the sweet sweet wind that tastes good on your tongue.

He takes your cold hands and adjusts them 'till he's holding you by your hand and waist with nothing for you to do except hold on to his arm and hope he doesn't let you fall. He moves his arm out to where a big black radio is and he pushes the play button and a nice melody plays and you wonder what it is (you swear you've heard it before) until you realize that it's you. He looks at you with a weird strange look on his face (what is it?) and you think that he must have recorded you while you were in those musical moods that you crave for all the time.

Then the music turns to a slow waltz (you love waltzes) and your face breaks into a smile that makes him smile too until both of you are grinning like two morons. He whispers something in your ear (Was it something about sorry and love?) and starts moving back and forth back and forth and you're moving along too with your face on his chest (his ohsosoft chest) until you recognize what you two are doing.

Dancing.

The melody wraps around you like a big soft cushion that holds you afloat in your small little muted world. The music's there, always there. You dance and dance and dance and no you're not tired. You won't ever stop.

Not until the music ends.

Author's Note: So what did you think? Review please!