Blount Winter Formal: Act VIII

Perhaps even too soon, the evening begins to fade away and they know that the stroke of their midnight is approaching. Their friends are growing tired, the songs are beginning to repeat, and they know that the time is fading. The rounds that it takes to get everybody together to be ready to go last long enough, and for that they share a few more turns across the floor, stealing away like shooting stars that can only last for a little while. At long last, all are ready. They walk out, him leading her by the arm as she holds her shoes in her hands. He takes off his own shoes as well just so that she is not alone. They step lightly and into the car and take ride home, gently dosing off all the way.