We slow danced in the kitchen, my head resting on his broad shoulder, my entire being imprinting onto itself the scent and feel of home of his skin. A sense of safety that has for so long escaped me returned and paid me a visit as he held me close.
We slow danced and quickly I realized that all my life, all I have ever wanted, is to slow dance in the kitchen
with him.
A.P. Bastian 