She sat there, surrounded by wailing children and
sleeping men, and found herself being drawn to another
place entirely. She watched as women in billowing
gowns flowed and moved to music she couldn’t hear. The
only thing that reached her ears was the soft rustling
of fabric and clicking of expensive shoes. Their arms
seemed to be reaching out, searching for a partner to
lead them.

The girl noticed men coming out from behind black
walls, jerkily walking and dancing towards their
counterparts as a ghostly, eerie tune began to quietly play.
The couples moved about almost mechanically,
as if being controlled by the strings of an unseen
puppeteer.

She was finally able to recognize the language from
the music as French. It was now pulsating throughout
the room and she could feel it twisting and writhing
through her, reaching her very core. She knew she was
witnessing something remarkable and she knew it
wouldn’t last. She had a flickering view into a palace
of unknowns.

A whistle blew and her world was shattered. Children
continued to screech and old men maintained their
peaceful doze, safe in their cocoon of dreams, all
unaware of what had just transpired within her. All
she had left now was the memory of a delicate,
frightening, and otherworldly dance.

End.