While taking a shower, Jane was listening to music. Her pandora was on and the 'Louis Armstrong' playlist was on shuffle. Suddenly, a song came on. She was taken by it. Fell into its comforting melody. She closed her eyes and instantly her mind was transported elsewhere. She was not washing her hair anymore. She was in a dance hall. The kind her grandma used to talk about when she reminisced about when she met Jane's grandfather.
Here she was at the entrance of the dancehall; watching soldiers dance with their gals. The shuffling sound of polished linoleum played background to the coronets and trumpets making their presence known. Jane looked down to see herself in a white dress. Her matching shoes almost blending into the flooring.
A hand reached out in front of her. Shifting her gaze upwards, she could see an army man in front of her. Jane could not make out his features. Everything around her hazy as if she was in a dream. She took the gentlemen's outstretched hand in her. He led her to the dance floor. Jane was nervous as his other hand took her waist. Hesitantly, she put her hand on his shoulder. As they moved in a box step she could not help but wish he pulled her closer.
He relented to her mental request, releasing her hand and placing it on her shoulder. He pulled her closer. Jane put her head on his chest feeling safe. She closed her eyes. This was nice, she thought, as the man pulled her close and swayed to the slow song. She wished this could never end. She did not want it to. They stayed like that while the song kept playing.
When the music stopped, she snapped out of her trance. She opened her eyes and she was in her shower. The water was beating down against her head. She realized that she had been swaying the entire time. Her hands in the air as if she was still in his arms. Jane put her hands down at her sides. Had she just imagined it, she thought troublingly, as she finished her shower.
Getting dressed, she could not help but be unsettled by the fantasy she had. Was this her mind telling her she was lonely? That she should start dating? Jane could not tell. But during the remainder of her day, that song and more importantly that man stayed in her head. What was her mind telling her? And where did that come from?
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Past Life Love Story
RomanceJane is going about her life when suddenly she is hit with a memory. One that she has never experienced before. Can she figure out how to unlock those forgotten memories? Can she be reunited with the man she danced with?
