Excitement, Conspiracy, Love

When the rain poured and people who were partying in the streets came inside the hotel, a beautiful stranger pulled me aside for a kiss.

But there was too much jostling and an almost-stampede and we got separated but as I was making my way to my room, there he was again. Smiling and beckoning, "Here, follow me, come."

And I giggled from excitement, from conspiracy, from so much love.

He opened a door to the hotel's ballroom and we danced the waltz the whole night. There in that ballroom -- gold gilded everything, ceilings as high as the sky, and mirrors all around for me to watch the beautiful stranger and myself glide, glide, glide.