November 10, 2012

My dearest,

This is one of those nights. When you feel it coming. The desire to boogie. To hit the dance floor and make like a disco chimpanzee. When you feel like performing your own one-man-karaoke-Saturday-Night-Fever show. It’s the music non-stop, you say. Baby, let’s dance, you say.

Oh boy.

Wait. Maybe it’s just me. You look at me, roll your eyes, return to your novel.

Ah well.

Yours, ever and always.