I want to dance.
With him.
Not dance the way that was featured in "step up"
I want to dance in a way that is so slow, a third person would think that the time has stopped.
I want to dance in a room with an aura of the colours light grey and light pink mixed together in the night sky.
In a room that is 3/4 of our tiny flat.
The grey aura belongs to him, because of his cigarettes, and the pink belongs to the surrealness of the room.
While listening to an old record, I would stop interrupt my reading, along with his alone time with his cigarettes and staring at the ceiling by getting up.
He would look up and the colour of his eyes would look lighter than usual under the soft light and his forehead would be wrinkled with puzzlement.
I would hold both of his hands and pull him up as i kick the pillows to the other side of the half empty room.
"Darling?" he would vaguely ask as I kiss him very gently and place his hands on my waist.
I would hug his neck with one arm and play with his tiny curls with the other.
And we would slowly start to shift our weight from one foot to the other, closing our eyes, to feel the music in our foreheads.
You would keep your head more straight as I put mine on your shoulder.
And we would dance.
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