Dancing

The music started, the room was empty, except for one girl. The music bounced off the walls of the large ballroom. The girl looked down at the floor of the empty ballroom, and saw her reflection. She wore her undergarments, the things that she would normally wear to bed. It was deep into the silent night, but the girl didn't care, the classical music grew louder in the girls mind as she got up off the ground. She closed her eyes, and wrapped her hands around thin air, and, started dancing. She twirled around and danced with herself for hours, because, in her mind, the ballroom floor was full of people. The women were dressed up, wearing beautiful, long, flowing dresses that curled around their bodies when they spun. The men were dressed up as well, wearing handsome tuxedo's that made them look so cunning, any girls' heart would melt for them. And she, she was the most beautiful girl of them all, wearing the prettiest dress, the best that money could buy, her curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was just dazzling, but that, that was not what made this dance special, the man she was dancing with made it special. He was the most handsome man in the ballroom, and he held her in his arms in the most gentle of manners. The dance continued, they glided across the ballroom floor with ease, they were happy. But in reality, the man that she was dancing with, had been sent away to fight in the war, and was now dead, leaving behind, his young, beautiful fiancé. The girl danced in her mind, with man she loved, the man, that if he had not died, would have taken her has his own. But in her mind, he was not dead, he was living, and happy, in her mind, they would be together, for all eternity. And so, the girl kept on dancing on the ball room floor, all alone, with nothing but her mind to keep her company.