Love of the Day

The room was loud, but I could hear every little word she said and I swear that maybe even the lights in this room dimmed just a little when she looked at me. I was glad to see that the liquor lubricated the joints of our conversation through the arts and the nerves, around the Stag cans and between the on-lookers and when the lights really did go out at the end of the night, I was just as pleased to watch her walk away.