Belle of the Ball

Had a dream about a tall dark man. Tall. very tall. 

This time it was Negro. And he called me, "Babe." 

He came to get me, crowd filled with people he made sure to grab my hand and we walked together through the crowd to this roof top to watch the stars and fireworks. 

Of course, as in all my dreams, I was in a place I've never been. The next building had lights, across the empty rooms, hallway. I asked what it was, he said, "Wait, you'll see." 

The next minute, classical music echoed through some speakers loudly and couples line danced in each of the rooms, spilling out into the hallways. Most of them were older couples. It was as beautiful as it was sweet. Then, we began to line dance. He pulled me into him and we twirled and dipped. 

I laughed in disbelief. I had never seen him so playful. Then he stopped and said, "These are horrible," referring to my nails, and asked me to go get my nails done. 

I apologised and he said, "This my Babe."  

Then I woke up from shock.