The dance turned cosmic, like stars traveling through space, perhaps, or drops of water forming an ocean. I’ll lead, she said. Her toes hurt.

We watched the rain clean the world, washing away the dirt of everything. If it keeps up, no one will find out, she said. This was our hope.

I asked her to get me a drink and she said, The world has changed, and I didn’t understand what she’d meant at all, and became very thirsty.

She has a neck like a giraffe. He watches her glide into the room. Own it. She reaches into her purse, pulls out some leaves, and eats them.

The bartender makes her a drink. She looks at him and says, This comes with conditions. The bartender nods. I hear he owns a sauna, he says.

We dove into the water, strangers sharing joy, and we submerged ourselves in the cold liquid and felt a stir, and emerged completely in love.