I stand in my bathroom, patting my hair into place--anticipation and fear overcome me
The door rings---its you
I smile--taking in the sight of you
We embrace, my fear melting away
You help me into the limo
We arrive and hand over our tickets
I cling to your arm--you squeeze my arm to reassure me
We begin to slow-dance to a John Mayer song
You sing quietly in my ear, "My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room."
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