A/N: Tara's point of view again. The story is starting a little slow, but it will pick up. Thanks for reading.
My arms stretch high above me then sweep low, close to the floor. My hair is out, tickled by a gentle breeze. It kisses my face and I breathe in deeply. I'm moving as if under water. Time seems sticky and slow like golden honey. Who am I? I am dance itself in this moment.
A figure appears near me. He reaches a bare muscular arm towards me and we begin to move in unison. His face is familiar though I cannot place it. I am raised into the sky. I am flying...
Bzz! Bzz!
I'm pulled violently from my reverie by my phone's vibrations. It's a text. A text from Ben, gosh I haven't heard from him in ages. I haven't heard from anyone in ages.
YO! GUYS! I'm back in town for a week. Time for a little partying? Yes please. Next Saturday at our park. Keen?
I'm a little surprised at my reaction. I'm actually about to reply "can't make it, sorry" or "unfortunately I've got something else on" or "mum and dad can't spare me – busy times on the farm". What's wrong with me? I haven't seen most of the group for two years, and rarely even speak to them. Not even Kat. Not even Kat. Kat. Kat. Busy Kat. "We should catch up, yeah for sure" Kat. What does it mean when people say that and never follow through? I don't know.
There isn't an excuse though. My parents are going to Sydney next weekend. I was even going to go in with them. It takes all my rationalising to type and send "sure, see you then."