creating constellations

sweater weather

i took down my book sweater weather but here's the short story that was at the beginning.

thunder roared.

"dance with me?"
he said to her.
"alright,"
she said in return

he turned on the record player,
the room quickly filled with the soft beat of the song.

he took her to the tile,
which was extremely slippery to her knee socks.

the swayed softly,
hand in hand.

lightning struck and she slipped.

her caught he in a sort of hugging position.
to her surprise,
he didn't let go.

they hoped their song would never end.