Before Breakfast Ballerina

"Her pendulous breast swung gently as she moved in rhythm with her humming. She glided around the apartment as a naked ghost and danced on her toes the way a ballerina does and though it must have been excruciating for her without slippers, no pain was present in her features - no wrinkles, frowns, flutters of her eyelids. I moved to touch her shoulder and join in and before I reached her, without faltering, she swept me into the waves of her movement and I willingly followed as she led me around the living room, her eyes closed while she remarkably, instinctively avoided the furniture. I settled into her curves as she instructed me around the coffee table. In one final sweep, she lifted me above her and held me like I was a trophy. She fell purposefully onto the couch and brought me gently down beside her in what otherwise would have been floundering but she choreographed the action like a Great Heron swiftly but gently landing by the lakeside all the while her eyes remained closed and her gestures remarkably flawless. Her eyes opened and she kissed my chin, smiled and left to dress for her 7 am dance class."