Dancing and dreaming

"I can't believe you actually managed to get me dancing with you," I half laugh, watching my footing carefully so as not to step on Valerian's feet. Although I had joked about it, it is something I sincerely hope not to achieve. I'd never let myself live it down. 

It is a peculiar feeling, dancing with Valerian in the dead of night, while the rest of the palace is sound asleep under the wishful blanket of the stars. For a moment, it is easy to lull myself into that false reality that it is only the two of us here, and allow myself to gaze over the finery of his embellished suit and the steady rhythm of his steps as he leads us around the room. With the rise and sway of the steady waltz that tinkers tunefully from his gramophone, and the softness of his hands against my waist, I can begin to immerse myself in this sensation, of the ignorant bliss of simply being here and washing my problems away for another time.