She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her and she couldn’t make out his reaction. He may have tried to comfort her and yet all she felt was dis-comfort.
She took a deep breath, in and out and opened her eyes ready to face it, ready to complete the unfinished.
The moment the song went on; her body, her face, her expressions, her moves accustomed to the tempo and she moved as swiftly as lightning. It was as if she was never away from all of this.
She felt overjoyed and her happiness couldn’t know any boundaries. It was a simple dance routine yet it made her feel so euphoric. Only then did she realize that how much she had missed dancing. It was as if a part of her life was taken away from her life and now it was given back, fully recovered. She had never allowed her feelings to tamper in between and now that she had it all back her legs wouldn’t stop and her smile wouldn’t fade.
She was finally dancing.