i waited, my eyes open to the moonlight.
"the lady in red". over and over and over.
i unpinned my hair; scrunchie and bobbie pins on the dresser, wiping off my lipstick.
when my curls were a mess over my shoulders, i lay in bed listening to the song over and over again.
i fell asleep in my red dress. the hem of it with its sequin crumple in between my thighs and the sheet.
and then he called.