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Dance. That's what he wanted to do.
I said, "There's no music."
He found some and something to play it on.
I said, "There's no space."
He made some by pushing the couch against the wall.
I said, "I don't know how." (I was an orphan, who was going to teach me?)
He said, "It's as easy as breathing. Especially with me," and he winked.
I gave in. He smiles. So that's what we did.
Every once in a while, he'd spin me out in front of him or dip me over his arm to make me gasp or giggle. But we're quiet now. Just taking each other in.
At this point we're just swaying in a circle. My arms are wrapped tight around his waist, my head is on his chest. His arms hold me tight against him, his entire body cradling me. His head rests on top of mine as we listen to Etta James croon.
You smiled and then the spell was cast
And here we are in Heaven
For you are mine at last