Why don't we just dance

Well, it might be me, but the way I see it

the whole wide world has gone crazy
so baby, why don't we just dance?

It was written in a book.
A gold, painted, world-atlas-design, hard cover.
The book was lost, somewhere in her cupboard, beneath old toys, or perhaps it was picked up by somebody, somebody who cruelly refused to own up, or even inconspicuously put it back.
The book contained many of things; but most importantly it held the beginning, and the moment a girl was swept up once again and floated on such heavenly waters.
She was confused to the exact moment, it wasn't as clear as what she had expected, but it was true all the same.
It was summer time, the sun sparkled across his creamy hair and stars shined from inside two small galaxies that deepened into the universe of the brightest blue.
The blue of the sky that afternoon.
The blue of what was the whole world for that girl.
Cross legged they saw each other, for who they were.
Each held a smile; buoyant enough to keep up with the wave of love that swam inside of her.
The girl remembered that moment, and would always remember that moment; it was the moment she saw something indescribable, and felt something peculiarly incredible.
They danced, a lustrous dance