A glass of wine, jazz pouring through the shitty speakers of the only stereo you could afford, the candle light the only illumination. You were the only person who existed in the whole world. Watching shadows dance across the room like a long lost lovers hands dancing across her body. She sighed and took another sip of the wine as Ella’s voice crooned through the speakers.
She didn’t belong here. He had brought her here. It was their love that had brought her to this place. She was of a different world, a different time.
Everyday she made the commute to work on the crowded trolly. Everyday she left feeling slightly less sure of her authenticity. She looked around the trolly, everyone looked right through her. She went to work, she spent the day talking, then left.
On Sunday, she tested her voice to make sure it still worked. To see if she was still alive. But the darkness always came, and with a sigh she closed her eyes succumbing to the ritual death of sleep.