Blue Dancer

Ballet is such a pretty thing.

Blue Dancer

Beautifully blue and slender. A pretty

perfect figure. Her hair was soft, and

filled with scent, a long nights wait at

Harbor M.

The dance recital came slowly, an ice

cold wind rushed through me.

I felt my legs with my hands, my toes

were cold, I rubbed with my hands.

A pretty black cat purred at me. It’s

eyes like galaxies. It stared at me with

a mysterious face.

A dark smile spread across it’s face.

The cat rubbed it’s beautiful black

fur across my legs. Warmth filled

me at a rapid pace.

The black cat jumped on my legs.

I stroked it’s coat, and I resumed

my wait at Harbor M. A dark smile

found my face.

Author's Note

I found this beautifully relaxing.