Post by Anna Sophia Bennett on Apr 4, 2007 22:43:06 GMT 7
Soft trace of your fingertips
The round shape of your pressed lips
Why can't this be easier for me?
Why don't you
The round shape of your pressed lips
Why can't this be easier for me?
Why don't you
The light pounding of drums and melodic strumming of guitar echoed throughout the dorm room on a bright and sunny Saturday morning. The curtains were closed, but the sun still managed to shine through despite the barrier. A tiny sliver of light ran across the floor, disappearing occasionally when the sun fell behind a puffy white cloud.
Why don't you step a little closer, closer?
And we'll show you how to make your heartbeat
Why don't you dance a little closer, closer?
And I'll spin you around
Your heels will never touch the ground
And we'll show you how to make your heartbeat
Why don't you dance a little closer, closer?
And I'll spin you around
Your heels will never touch the ground
Wrapped in a dainty blue towel, a petite blonde swings lightly on her feet, swaying back and forth to the sound of the music playing from her small stereo balanced on the bedside stand. Her hair fell in messy tassles around her face, still wet from the shower she had taken only moments earlier. As she spun around to the growing intensity of the Spitalfield CD, a few water droplets fell from her long layers to land on the soft rug below.
I thought we went through this
I know that I can be, the only thing that matters
I'll never settle down, settle down unless it is for you
Unless it is for you
Unless it is for you
I know that I can be, the only thing that matters
I'll never settle down, settle down unless it is for you
Unless it is for you
Unless it is for you
Most of the students were gone today, either home to spend the weekend with family or out in Huntley, or New York City. With no fear of being overheard or disrupting anyone in her hall, Anna Sophia had turned up the volume and pranced around her room in a grand mood. Her lips moved in time with the words, the faintest sound escaping her mouth as she sang along.
And I wonder
What you're doing while I wonder what you're doing now
I can't turn around
What you're doing while I wonder what you're doing now
I can't turn around
She barely heard the knock on her door. In fact, she did not hear anything at all the first time. It wasn't until the second knock that she quit singing and dancing. Lowering her chin, she focused on the sound coming from her door, wondering if she had only imagined the knocking because her music was so loud.