somewhere between 4 a.m. and a rainless monday, luster flares and conversations were undoing lifelessly amid fractious edges. pale gleams would whirl a few seconds in small dusty circles then decayed sunk in the stretching wrinkles that had started to cover the guests' icy skins.
i felt the lounge get colder and colder, so i grabbed my sweater and went down the stairs to meet up with a silent siamese. she told me she feared she might be living alone soon.