“Imagine, Juliette, you’re at a party in the library of Alexandria with all of the authors, librarians, scribes, architects, builders, artists, and craftsmen, and you’re the one dancing on the table.”
Tellias look at me sideways and smiled. He looks like he is only nineteen, but he is older than the Roman Empire.
I didn’t say anything back but I have to admit it made sense in a weird sort of way all things considering. OK not really but I like the way it sounds. I could use a little dancing in my life right now.
He slowly got out of his chair and held out his hands like Fred to Ginger except he was the blonde. “Dance with me my dear.”
With his almost white hair flowing around his shoulders, in a white tuxedo shirt with a zillion little tucks, and black jeans, he waltzed me around the room.
“I worry about you Juliette. You’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
I smiled and gave a small flash of fang, in that way Vampires do to each other, in more of an affectionate way. He’d known me since I was a child. He knows me better than my own parents. Now I take care of him most of the time.
Then he stopped, but still held my hands. “Stop your heartbeat for a few minutes. Hold your breath. Close your eyes. Savor the shadows and the quiet.”
“Then, dance some more, and write, or draw, or make love to your husband, or fill the bird feeder. Maybe you should go dance on that table.”
I kissed his cheek. “Maybe I’ll just dance with you a little bit more.”
He smiled, and we took another turn around the room.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
To be able to dance, laugh and celebrate life. A wonderful story.
Thank you John. xoxo
A wonderful story shared my friend.
Thank you so much for sharing this. xoxo
You are welcome dear Juliette.
Sometimes the best thoughts come to mind when you’re dancing, J 💃🕺