Stretched out on the cool grass, arms pillowed behind my head, I watch the clouds dancing by, imagining those two are us. Our feet moving together in time to our song, waltzing silently over the surface of the water.
I can feel your fingertips pressing gently into the small of my back, guiding me in this slow pirouette.
Swirling, shifting, the clouds change shape as the wind picks up, pushing us along at a faster tempo. Our legs tangle, our steps get out of rhythm. I can no longer keep up with you, and I trip, falling at your feet.