Dancing lesson

I watched Mimi. She thought I was asleep, but I could hardly not watch her dance. She'd never do this if she knew I was watching, of course. Whenever I've asked her about her dancing, she's always been embarrassed and said she can't dance worth a fig. But that's a lie.
She was dancing in this little clearing in the Digiworld, like she did every night. She danced for no reason whatsoever that I could think of, except maybe for the sheer joy of dancing. Unpartnered, she moved gracefully across the clearing and back, whirling and twirling to music only she could hear. It was beautiful.
I stood up, without consciously telling myself to, without even a reason. Then my body walked over to where Mimi was dancing. I suddenly guessed what I was going to do, and pleaded with whatever force was doing this to me to just leave me alone. But it didn't work. I began to dance along behind Mimi, quite badly I might add. Worse than the Bakemon who entrapped Sora and I.
Suddenly in her dancing she noticed me. She flushed an incredible shade of beet and hurried back to where she slept. I held out my hand imploringly, though I did not expect her to accept my offer. Although I wanted her to continue dancing, I didn't wish to dance myself. But she took my hand and my offer to dance with her. So I was stuck.
I began to dance with my usual jerky klutziness that was almost certain to trip my partner. But I began to realize that dancing with Mimi was nothing like dancing with another person. Although I was dancing quite badly, she had not tripped. Usually it took only half this time before we were both sprawled on the floor. And although I was worried about Mimi not liking my dancing, it was an entirely different worried feeling than the one that had plauged me at the dancing school my parents insisted on sending me to.
And as I wondered more and more on this, my worries about tripping decreased, pushed out of the way by this new thought. I finally ceased to worry about any part of my bad dancing. And as those thoughts disappeared, I began to hear flute music on the wind. I knew its gentle melody was the same one Mimi heard. And I finally gave myself up into the music of the dance.