My heart. It flutters, fast. My stomach: butterflies. His hand. On my shoulder. His arm. Around my waist. My gown. Swish, swish, swish. Tickling my ankles. My heels hurt. He’s tall. I’m not. My hair falls. Short strands, everywhere. He smells nice. Like the woods. Like the ocean. I’m self-conscious. Can I dance? I think not. Dancing, dancing. Always dancing. We twirl. Around and around. We twirl again. Forward and back. The music quiets. Or maybe not. Perhaps it’s me. I lose focus. Everything is him. So close. So close. My heart. It flutters, fast.