Megan's Interim 1:Megan's Dream
A long time dream is made real
I feel his eyes on me, as I dance in the dim light. The music is swirling and vibrant, and I lose myself in it, swaying and turning to the rhythms. There is just me, the music, and his eyes. The grass beneath my feet is cool, a contrast to the heat of the flame as I twirl around it. The air is still, moved only by the fabric of the loose robe I’m wearing. Its flimsy, almost see through, and as the music rises I let it dro...