Tasha dimmed all the lights except for one, a spotlight. She smiled, pleased, and glided to the center of the floor. She crouched into a bow and held her hand out to an imaginary partner. Her eyes glowed in excitement and, in one lithe, graceful movement, she began to dance.
The world ceased to exist.
She was alone with her imaginary audience, captivating and seducing them with her flawless movements. She used the entire floor space, running and leaping into the air stretching out her arms and landing gracefully. She twirled and spun, kicked and chassed. She danced as though it were her last dance, enjoying every second of it. If she could bottle freedom, this is what it would feel like.
After an hour, the demands of her body began to make themselves known. She was beyond thirsty! Sh
