I am standing alone... again. All around me, music swells, yet I am still, silent. All manner of people walk by me, yet I am alone, my hands smoothing the folds of my skirt. I see a man come toward me, a look of curiousity on his face, reaching toward me. My heart leaps in hope.
At his touch, my favorite song plays, the only sound I hear. My eyes close in ecstacy, arms raising to the heavens as I twirl around the floor. As the notes of my song fill my ears, I know that he is still there, but it was only enough that he started all of this... for that he has my thanks. The dance is all that matters, a communication between myself and the rest of the universe. My body continues to move to the measure, slow and steady though my mind moves faster and faster.
I know the song will be ending soon and already I am trying to bargain mentally with the music. // Please last longer! I'll do anything if this dance continues... anything! _Please_ I have to dance... I love to dance... I _must_ dance!//
But it is hopeless, the dance ends. I slowly grind to a stop, my hands returning to their original position. I look at this unknown but special man, my eyes pleading with him to send me into movement once more. His hand reaches toward me again....
...when a voice, high-pitched, cries out, "Daddy! I want to look at _this_ music box!" His hand falls from me and he turns to one of the other music boxes on the shelves across the room. And I? I am standing alone... again. Waiting for the next dance. Would you like to dance with me?
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