A doll dancing with its witch.
They're toward a corner of the darkened room. The majority of the guests are dancing toward the center, away from them, their attentions focused on their own mingling and dancing.
Far, far, far away from both doll and witch.
And, under the dim and far away lights, doll and witch turn about each other, a slow waltz.
The witch leans her head against the doll's shoulder.
The music is muted from this distance. But it's warm. Like listening from beneath a blanket.
The witch lifts her head and kisses the doll's cheek.
And she is returned with a kiss to the top of her head.
They both close their eyes, basking in the presence of the other.
