"Why don't you dance with me?"
A soft voice swirls on the wind past me, breaking me from my reverie with the suddenness of the first falling snowflake finding the ground.
I look over my shoulder in the darkness to find the source of the gentle voice that breaks the silence.
"Why do you dance alone?" A soft voice speaks. It is only a voice, and yet it makes me feel warm.
I don't mind the cold.
The cold fills me and dances with me, crisp and bright, playful and coy.
But I...
Like this feeling of warmth.
The warmth of his voice.
A hand reaches out, palm up.
"I'd like to dance, too. Will you let me join you?"
His hand is larger than mine. His hand is warmer than mine.
I reach out, and press my hand to his.
And I...
Melt away.
I gasp and snap awake as the cart hits a pothole in the road.
It's been a quiet trip so far, and the lack of conversation or other noise since my conversation with Lucas ended and May fell back to sleep, has let me drift off easily enough.
