ballerina in a box

“One, two, three, one, two, three, on, two, three” 

Enough. It's enough counting. In beautiful steps clinking the ballroom floor with frail heels, the princess had twirled, spinning and dancing in her practices. It was the day before her coronation and a ball was to be hosted, little to claim she had been rusty in dances, she soon tripped over her own feet and fell, sitting and sighing on the ground before getting back up. 

“one , two, three, one, two, three, one two three” 

Soon with enough counts, she was back into the swing of things, spinning and dancing as if she were a small ballerina in a jewelry box, spinning and dancing in the pale light of the moon shining through the stained glass, illuminating the floor she danced upon.