Scribble: I've been sick, and someone's been sweet.

      With a heartfelt sigh, she excitedly danced upon the hardwood floors, her stiff, bare toes still aching from their temporary disuse. A radiant smile beaming upon her tired, gentle face, she held the worn and weathered box to her heart, twirling and stepping on air in excitement. The faint ghost of a cough tickled her swollen throat, but the dancer still smiled, unkempt hair flowing freely with each graceful movement.
      I'm the luckiest girl in the world, she thought, looking down at the familiar curls and lines written as a name. Thank you, she whispered in her heart, another sigh slipping past her lips, as thoughts of a warm bed and a familiar pair of arms teased her into another twirl. Closing her eyes, the dancer could only see the bright blue eyes so familiar to her heart, as her cheek instinctively nuzzled rough cardboard flaps, feeling only the softest of skin.
      The sound of a gentle ring tugged at her ear, as the lithe dancer glided, without so much as a stumble, over to the flashing, chirping phone. Still holding the box to her heart, she let slip a giggle, a loose sleeve sliding down her arm.
      "Feeling any better, love?" cooed a gentle voice, tickling her ear with sweetness.
      "I am now," came the raspy whisper, followed by another trickle of laughter. "Thank you..."

Scribble: "One in a million streets."

      Dancing between the streetlights, her toes barely touching the soft blanket of white below, the dreamer giggled as tiny dancers of white fell gently on her palms. With a smile brighter than any star, she twirled around a lamppost, her silent audience ever vigilant in its stillness, its watchful gaze illuminating her every step. Long, silver locks flowing in the air, the dreamer suddenly paused, smiling, her eyes shining in the light of the moon.
      Where will you be, she thought, as cold, soft fingertips slid stray locks behind her ear, my someone just for me?
      With another giggle, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, a gentle wind sweetly flicking a stray lock out of place. Her smile ever brighter, a swoon slipped past her lips, the little sigh slipping and dancing in the falling snow.
      And will you, just once, let me be the one to lead? she thought again, giggling, as her toes took to flight once more...

Flash Fiction: High Above the Clouds

      She glides along the dance floor, floating far above the myriad patterns of light with each sweeping movement. Flirtatious toes kissed the ground, playfully avoiding any deeper commitment to gravity, staying aloft on unseen music and a beaming smile. With each pounding beat, her untamed hands discovered new shapes drifting in the air, as her heart eagerly explored each new rhythm.
      Adrift on sweet melody, the sylph could only fly, bright eyes shining like stars in the flashing lights. Not even when toes kissed the shallowest of water would she stop, her body losing all inhibitions and soaring across the dance floor...
      ...right into his waiting, warm arms, and his familiar chuckle just waiting to tickle her ears.

Scribble: Evaporation.

      Eyes closed. Fingers crossed. A single footstep, followed by another. Legs and arms becoming fluid, swimming in the melody, flowing over the rhythm.
      A single strand of hair flutters over eyelids. Body language in a cursive script. Lights dance across her skin, beading with sweat. Somewhere her fingers come uncrossed, where she flips onto her hands and back again.
      Percussive sounds of palm against palm. Feet no longer bound by gravity's gravitas. Eyes flutter open, only to see forms and hues sharper, brighter than before.
      Floating above the ground, freedom lifting her to the sky.
      "That girl can fly."