The candles have been Melting over a half hour before the light knock at the door. At first, it’s hard to tell if it was just the Neighbors Upstairs but no – she always had a way with timing. Then she enters, embracing you with the indistinguishable scent of Chanel 5 rushing through your nostrils and making the alveoli in the bottom of your lungs tingle. It’s been too long. In the background, Terrace Martin’s drums start to knock and “For Ever With You” kicks in. Time slows to a halt.
Forget the candle wax melting all over the petrified wooden coffee table. The outside world is dimmed and a beacon of beauty, trust and perfection grooves to the beat in your arms. Her skin glows like honey in the candlelight when she collapses onto the Couch, pulling everything in the room with her. “All we do is laugh and talk,” croaks through the speakers but is barely audible above the deep breaths. Beside the couch, a single bead of perspiration drips from the window onto the blinds, but the moisture doesn’t stop there. “Let’s spend this day together, loving each other. Let’s be seen together, loving each other.”
Tell the Neighbors upstairs they’re about to get a run for their money.