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I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the many mirrors that adorned the elegant walls of the ball room. I took a second to look myself over, checking for any blunders in my appearance. The deep red corset hugged my upper body, contrasting the black and red sarong that swelled out around me. I tugged on my crimson satin gloves, pulling them up to cover my elbows. My black and scarlet mask covered the top half of my face, leaving only my blue-gray eyes visible. . As I went to swipe a brunette curl from my cheek I saw him; a raven haired man staring at me from across the ball room, barely visible through the masked couples dancing across the floor. He wore a black dress shirt and black pants; his mask was white with gold embroidery. The laughter and conversation seemed to disappear and the music dulled to a quiet hum, the whole world blurred around man staring into my eyes. I stood, muscles tensed, frozen in place, afraid that if I shifted my gaze for even a second that the man would disappear into the crowd. Quickly, I turned from the mirror, holding his eyes for as long as I possibly could and letting out a sigh of relief when I realized he hadn’t gone. We began to move towards each other, taking deliberate steps bringing us ever closer. I felt my hand break into a cold sweat inside my gloves, and my stomach filled with butterflies. The orchestrated melody fluttered above the ball room, and the quick, bubbly notes danced together in a glorious harmony that inspired the masked patrons the waltz ever so weightlessly across the dance floor. Couples moved gracefully together, lost in the pleasurable mystery surrounding them and allowing them to let go of themselves. Adrenaline pumped through their veins, letting their inhibitions slip away. Hidden behind their masks they showed their true faces, unabashed and unafraid. My chest constricted with anticipation and my body tingled with electric energy. When we finally reached each other we were in the center of the ball room. The man took my hand, his green eyes still locked on mine,
“Would you like to dance?” he inquired his voice deep and smooth.
I gulped, forcing myself to speak, “I desire nothing more” I managed to croak.
With that he rested his other hand upon my lower back and pulled me impossibly close to him, leading me through the intricate waltz. He expertly spun me through the swift movements,
handling me with the utmost delicacy. When he lowered me back towards the floor, his lips brushed my throat causing my breath to catch and my heart to constrict with giddy excitement. His hot breath lingered on my neck, leaving goose bumps. As we continued to dance I found myself slipping into a separate reality. The brightly colored tapestry melted together as we spun round and round blending with the dancers moving in unison; prancing back and forth, to and fro, here and there. The resonating sound of plucked strings and ardent chords filled the air and the scent of lavender and rose tickled my nose setting a grin across my face. My soul was set to fire and my skin burned with vivacity and untamable emotion.
When the song finally came to an end, the masked man ushered me outside, the cool night air thrusting me back into reality. I could smell autumn leaves and sweet wet grass. I clung to him, his arms still cradling my form. The only light was that of the full moon and it cast an eerie glow upon my surroundings. Suddenly I felt a wave of urgency wash over me. My lips trembled as I struggled to speak.
“I do not wish to leave this place. You have made me forget how I lived without your touch, how my heart beat without feeling yours next to it, how my breath ever caught. I will not wake tomorrow with life coursing through these veins if I cannot look into your eyes again. I simply cannot.” I whispered.
The statement came so quiet from my lips that I scarcely believed that he had heard me. My pleading words were carried away by the cool wind. A solitary tear rolled down my cheek and I could taste the salty despair. Forcing down silent sobs, I turned away from the stranger, angrily wiping away my tears. My emotions screamed at me, drowning out any logical thought, telling me that I could not ignore this connection. My cheeks turned scarlet with chagrin but I could not stop the tears from falling. I felt the man’s hand on my shoulder and then his velvety voice in my ear.
“Please” he pleaded, “do not cry. I feel the same fire as you, the same overwhelming attraction. My skin prickles at your touch. I wish to know you! I rip my barely beating heart from my chest and throw it before you for you to do with it as you please. This is no coincidence; it is fate, you and I!”
His passionate words shook my very core and I propelled myself around to face him once more, his lips capturing mine in a kiss. My entire body was engulfed with heat and my blood began to boil. Our hearts beat in unison and new found vigor coursed through me. Finally we released each other, gasping for breath. A smile crept across my face, and was reflected on the mug of my partner. He chuckled,
“I don’t suppose we’ll be needing these anymore” he said, motioning to his mask.
“No, I don’t suppose so” I replied, still grinning.
As he moved to remove his mask, I began to hear this deafening ringing in my ear. The ringing got louder and louder and suddenly the world around me began to fade. I reached out to grasp the man, but my hand fell through as if I were a ghost.

“No! No, no, no!” I cried as the color drained from my surroundings and the ringing continued to grow louder still.
Then I awoke, gasping, tears streaming down my face, throat caught in the production of another cry. My covers lay upon the floor and the sun peaking through the window hurt my eyes. My alarm clock screeched, the high pitched cries reverberating through my tiny bedroom. Furiously, I slammed the snooze button and fell back upon my pillow willing myself to sleep again, willing my masked soul mate to return to me.




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ginger1993 said...
Feb. 13, 2012 at 11:19 am:
this article was the best i've ever read. i really enjoyed everything you wrote and enjoyed your descriptions. you are a awesome writer!!!
 
Emily_Greene replied...
Sept. 30, 2012 at 11:11 am :
Very descriptive and detailed. The "it was only a dream" was cliché but well used. Good job. I hope you'll check out my work too.
 
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jonas_chic899 said...
Apr. 21, 2010 at 9:47 pm:
OH MY GOODNESS! YES THIS REQUIRES ALL CAPS..THAT WAS AMAZING! ASTOUNDING!!!! YOU HAVE WONDERFUL WORD CHOICE AND A VIVID ROMANTIC IMAGINATION!! THAT WAS SOOO FRICKIN CUTE!! I LOVEE IT!!
 
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duchesskrissy22 said...
Mar. 20, 2010 at 9:06 pm:
wow!! the story captured me right from the beginning it was sooo vivid and well-detailed!! its FULLY CLASSIC!!! :):):)
 
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Elvan_Unknown said...
Dec. 11, 2009 at 6:30 pm:
I love it! Every single detail was so close to the actual thing! The way you write as well as your details are inspiring!! =D
 
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Rachie_P. said...
Dec. 11, 2009 at 5:28 pm:
i loved it. the details and the way the story ended..... it makes me want to read another one
 
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InTheAsylum said...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 10:52 am:
Great job, I love the language and details!
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 10:53 am :
Thank you so much! I really appreciate your feedback!
 
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ChaoticallyJo said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 9:18 pm:
Mission accomplished! I love the description you used! Very in-depth. As a future English teacher, I must say that I hope all of my students are as skilled and creative as you. =]
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 11:00 am :
Thank you so much for your comment!
 
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mylifeisaverage.com said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 9:04 pm:
Very vivid speeches. Not only did it capture my attention, but the time-flow and descriptions kept in almost perfect balance.
(Accomplished)
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 11:01 am :
I really appreciate the feed back!
 
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emilygo-go said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 6:41 pm:
Very, very well written. Great descriptions and vivid adjectives.
(Mission Accomplished!)
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 9, 2009 at 11:00 am :
Thanks!
Congrats! You have done me a gracious favor.
 
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Silver said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 6:39 pm:
[Mission accomplished~] Amazing. Although, the excessive use of grandiloquent adjectives irks me in the slightest scintilla, for it portrays to one such as me a mite of overexertion. Basically, by using a lot of big words you seem to be trying a little too hard. Sometimes simple gets the point across better. ..Buuuuuuuut that's just me. This work is already beautiful as it is; I don't want my crap to get in the way. Keep writing stuff (and keep Mystery Googling it!)
 
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Jenn said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 6:55 am:
Wow, very well written! Very descriptive but not overly so!
(Mission Accomplished!)
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 9:30 am :
Thank you! I was afraid at first that I was being over-the-top, but I think the fact that its a dream makes the sappiness of it more acceptable. lol.
Congratulations, you served me well.
Thanks!
 
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Chellibob said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 6:54 am:
This is amazing
Mystery google ily :D
 
OneMoreWaywardPoet replied...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 9:28 am :
Thanks! I'm glad I decided to use mystery google to help get this thing published. A few more days like this and I might actually get in the magazine! Thank you for commenting!
 
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mike said...
Dec. 8, 2009 at 6:53 am:
i totally used to llive in libertyville. i loved it there.
 
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