Deep Dreams

"I'm always in the mood for a good dance."  I say as he extends his arm for me to take.  I do.  He leads me to the middle of the floor and we waltz in step with everyone else.
 "How are you this evening?"  He asks as we turn with the music.
 "Wonderful!"  I reply as I give him a big smile.  I have one hand in his and the other is holding my dress off the floor.  The color, a deep red, was one I picked out.  My father had wanted a new dress for me to dance in.  I had been ecstatic about getting a new dress made just for me.  
 It was a corset top, but I was having no trouble breathing.  And a skirt fit for Cinderella.
 As if he's reading my thought, "Cinderella has nothing on you.  The beauty I see in you only happens once in a million years."
 I smile sweetly, "You must be mistaken.  I'm not a Cinderella.  I'm a Sleeping Beauty."
 "What do you mean?"  He asks as we stop dancing.
 "This is only a dream.  Why do you think we're now in a dance club?"
 He looks around amazed.  His clothing has changed from a three piece suit to a pair of baggy jeans and an old band tee shirt.  He smiles at me.  My clothing has changed to a black tank top with splashes of crimson and A tight skirt, crimson.
 We enter the dance floor and take off.  As the song comes to an end a slower one comes on.  He pulls his arms around my waist and mine go around his neck.
 We dance like no one else is there.  Even when the new fast song comes on we stay together.  He holds me tight and everyone disappears.
 Suddenly we're in a beautiful garden.  He's in a tux and I'm in a flowing gown.  He smiles down at me.  As he leans down to kiss me, but I hear someone calling my name.
 "I'm sorry.  It's now time for me to wake.  I'll see you tomorrow night."
 "As always."

 And I wake up.  But spend the day waiting to dance with the man of my dreams once again.