I see Friday night settle into his blue eyes as I walk into the closet.
The light switch gives in to my finger.
Music crawls from the fixture over head, a moss covering the white ceiling.
My reflection is trying on heels in the full length mirror.
“Baby doll, let’s get dressed up,” he says, leaning against the doorway, flashing a smile.
“I’d love to, but where are we going?”
My little black dress begins to move it’s hips on the hanger.