*Lupo*
"I know how to waltz," she declares, her words piercing through the sunlight flooding the room. Squinting, I fixate on the woman standing by the foot of my bed, unsurprised by her audacity to disrupt my well-deserved rest. "Pardon?"
"I know how to waltz. I can hear the music. No, it's more than that. I know the music. In fact, if you had a piano, I would be able to play it. Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart. I envision my fingers gliding over the ivory keys. I see myself gracefully dancing with a gentleman. I can read. Dickens, Austen, Browning. I can recite passages."
Pushing myself into a sitting position, I disregard the fallen covers, exposing my waist. "What's your point?"
She blinks, her gaze fixed somewhere around my chest. Her lips part slightly, and inexplicably, I feel the nee
