Dancing Hearts

She opened her palm and lifted it towards the ceiling. Two black hearts were dancing there, near the light, casting shadows on the floor.

“How did you find your way into my room?” she asked.

They answered with a melodic giggle.

“Who would believe that dancing hearts can laugh so sweetly,” she thought. “If I told you, you would answer that I am crazy. You might be right. I am crazy ambitious and crazy extravagant.”

“Please, have a seat,” she said as lovely as she could.

The hearts, now facing each other, made a wave. Something like nodding their heads. Then they flew towards her open palm and landed smoothly. It felt like being tickled.

She walked to the tiny mauve settee and placed the hearts on a pillow.

“You look good you two,” she said smiling. “Make yourself comfortable! I have to go through a long dark tunnel. There is a door at the end. The door is promising a piece of the puzzle. This piece is needed, so we can solve the puzzle, together. When the puzzle is solved we can build the Greenhouse. Meanwhile you can listen to some music.”

“How about Leonard Cohen?”

“ … dance me …,” she hummed.

She put her favorite song on repeat. The black hearts drew closer together.

“What a cute embellishment!”

She smiled again.

“Purple and black,” she remembered. “His favorite colors. I am close.”