May I have this dance?

 His body twitched, a slight smile on his face as he slept, dreaming of the times they danced. It was the 1960s, at a junior high school dance, when his buddies egged him on to ask the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen to dance. He felt sick to his stomach with fear that she might say no, and he'd have to walk back to his buddies in shame. But she didn't say no, and they danced again and again.

As time moved forward, they danced at their high school prom and later at friends' weddings, knowing one day he'd ask her to marry him, and that day came when he got down on one knee. She was so beautiful the day they wed, a vision in white, an angel sent to be by his side forevermore. They danced into the night to the songs they loved, wishing each dance would last forever.
Time can be cruel, and time can take away, as it did when she left this world, leaving him alone with memories that return when he sleeps. He'd see her in her wedding dress, floating through the heavens with angels by her side. He feels a gentle kiss on his cheek as she disappears into the light, leaving him alone once more in a world without dancing, in a world without her.
His time came, and his body twitched for the last time as he ascended to the heavens, where she waited for him to ask for a dance. Some say they see a couple dancing in the clouds, moving to the rhythm of the wind, with the sky as their dance floor. What can be said other than he defined the words, "May I have this dance?”

Mike  2026