#39 Tiny Dancer

She pushed play and began to dance.

She spun around and around, her expression one of pure joy.

Joy in the movement, joy in the tinny music that emanated from the tiny speaker.

She raised her arms and spun faster, her skirt flowing as she turned and turned.

Eventually the circular dance slowed. Dizzy, she leaned to one side and slowly, slowly fell to the ground with a crash.

As she lay there she laughed, and the room laughed with her feeling her contagious happiness.

A hand reached down and helped her back to her feet.

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