Sequins.

Man, there were sequins everywhere. They were on her bed, the dresser, the bathroom mirror, the blender, the TV, the coffeetable, the ceiling fan…everywhere!

The cat was shiny by proxy. The plants danced in reflect afternoon light. Her dress shimmered as she laughed. I marvelled at the motion of the reflected light.

I saw myself all the time in tiny mirrors. Eat, pee, rest, caress. Watching yourself fuck in a million tiny mirrors shows you every instance of your humanity and there’s nothing more a mood killer than your humanity. But there’s something scientific in that. Something profound in seeing all the angles.

It ended during an eclipse. The moon slid across the sun, darkness decended, the reflected light shimmered one last moment and faded. The only thing left was the ordinary color of life. We stood across from each other. She was pale, her dress was gray. I was lost, the referents gone, black shirt, beige pants.

We were people.

I was out the door before the moon moved. Otherwise it would have been impossible with her expression echoed a million times, from a million angles, a million questions.