We wore midnight apparel.

Her lips a lavish purple, the color of the candles that had been lit.

Polished mahogany floors cast our twins.

Curtains a rippling rose, fluttering in a moonlit breeze.

It smelt of embers, cheeks warmed.

The texture of her velvet gloves slippery against the padded wool at my shoulders.

Sounds of heels clicking in harmony with polished shoes glide around the dining room.

Her laughter charmed and giddy makes my heart warm.

The odor seeping from the kitchen swept up by our movement.

Containing a garlicky, buttery scent.

I sent her to her room after her tiring day of work-to change into the clothes that lay out on her bed.

I prepped a meal to make her taste buds dance and sizzle like the embers so near to the walls.

With a moments gaze, our senses halted, all I could feel was her soft lips hugged by mine.

Her beautiful hazel eyes surrounded in white engulfed in large black wings.

Her fair cheeks flushed with excitement.

That honest limpness I stole into my arms.

She was mine again, though I never lost her.