We just stand there for a few minutes, clinging to one another for our own reasons. The urge to dance is gone; and when I pull away, so are the other dancers and the band. The ballroom is empty except for us.

"Closing time," I sigh as I look around. "Now what do you want to do? Horse-back riding? A wander down the Seine? Picnic on the beach?" The upside to meeting in dreams... you can really go anywhere you want.