Literature
The Dance of Life
:bulletblue: The Dance of Life :bulletblue:
It was a most beautiful April morning; the sun was out, the sky was a canvas of pure blue with fluffy white clouds, and the birds were singing happily in the heights of the trees. All in all, it was a fantastic beginning to a fine spring day; though to one particular young woman the beauty went unnoticed.
Abby- the woman in question- had always been one for sleeping in, and today was no exception. True, it was almost 8:30 and the clock was continuously ticking. But since she had the day off from work, she hadn’t bothered to set an alarm. And why would she, when her bed was soft enough to m
