Short Story: Dancing with Time

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Dancing with Time.

Could I really dance with them? Did I have the right moves? Their feet seem to tap to an impossible beat.  

Maybe it was far too late, or too early, but you still had so much to do! Or perhaps it was just right? But eventually time turned to look at you. 

They were alone on the dance floor now, everyone had had their turn.  

Times eyes, were on you.

They glided towards you and your heat thumped loudly. 

“Are you ready?” They ask, with a voice that sounds like your own? 

“I thought you had forgotten me” You chuckle.  

“We never forget anyone” They reply, smiling down at you, warmly. 

They held out their hand. 

Are you ready?  

The people who had danced with time seemed to have vanished already, some with sorrow, some with regrets, but some with calmness and acceptance.  

Are you ready? 

You stared at the hand for a little while, it suddenly felt you were underwater.

Like you had been holding your breath forever and now time was here, you could finally let the water in.

You take time’s hand, and they lead you towards the dance floor. 

Are you ready? 

How would your dance end, you wonder? Watching everyone dance with time previously, it felt like the dance would never stop. 

Because time does stop eventually, but it was your turn, so time would only stop for you… 

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