Memories

 I open the door to that old dance room. The purple walls, the wood floor, the mirror and the bars. They are all so familiar from years before. I step into the room as music starts in my head; my body suddenly remembers the dance from years ago when I was ten. I dance around the room without a care in the world, dancing with emotions that I never knew I had. I dance with all my heart until the music stops, then I take one more sad glance at the room I never forgot. As I step out of that room I know there will come a day, when I will step in that room and feel the same way again.