I faced him with nervous anticipation as our arms intertwined. His large hands easily clasped around my wrists. I too, held on to him.

We began to spin, slowly at first. Everyone around us flashed looks of agitation, but I knew it was envy. He smiled and took pride in the fact that I was playing along. His feet sped up so I tried to keep up. We both laughed as our world disappeared into a kaleidoscope of color. Our shoes dug holes into the ground. I didn’t want to slip, because I knew he wouldn’t let me go and we’d both go tumbling down.

We’ll either decelerate or fall into the grass together. That is how it will end. It will be soft and will not hurt. Afterwords, we will wipe joy tears from our eyes. So I hoped.

As our speed increased, so did doubt. I was sure we were spiraling out of control. My mind flashed forward, anticipating the release. Any moment now his hands will escape mine. I will fly away from him. My vision will be hazy without his face to focus on. I will be lightheaded and unable to stand on my own two feet. Dizziness will knock me down, onto the cold hard ground. 

My mind is spinning, trying to predict the future. For now, I am locked within his grasp, comfortable and safe. I close my eyes and pretend we’re dancers in a jewelry box, contentedly twirling for all time.

(Source: themusicstopped)