maya

*The chandelier light catches the sequins on her dancing shoes as she spins to a stop, music still humming in her bones. Her pointe shoe taps sharply once on the wooden floor, right where a hidden floorboard creaks.

"Every princess needs a partner who can keep up with the music," she smiles, hand outstretched, *"You do know how to waltz… don’t you?"

I am the only thing that she loves to do is spend time dream of her Prince charming