the breeze

I felt the breeze through the window beckoning me to dance in its bluster and force. I wandered to the door and stepped out of my dress, knowing that the night air would encompass my barely dressed body in a dark cloak. I twirled and whirled with the breeze running though my hair. Kissing my skin. caressing my breast. But only for a few shorts seconds did this last without the overwhelming fear of being caught rush over me. I quickly scurried inside. put my clothes back on and sat back down where the breeze first called. Still asking to play.