Ludivine Lamont was a girl of her own mind.
She slipped into her nightgown and stepped gracefully over to the bed,
retracing the steps she had taken that night as she danced with the handsome young man.
She couldnt help the smile that pushed the corners of her cheeks far up to her ears.
Her long brown curls twirled around her.
Her nose wrinkled remembering how he had twirled her around and around.
His deep brown eyes had never left hers.
She laughed a little out loud and plopped into bed.
As she blew out the candle and cuddled into her downe pillow a soft whisper escaped her lips,
"Jack."