the demons need airtime too and that’s why we are here.

she is dancing. her name is sasha. sasha said. wait.

sasha is dancing in her black bra she is smiling she is incredibly happy it is 2am she is in a living room dancing with a guy she met three hours ago (in a dive bar, naturally) and her best friend from high school the three are taking turns picking songs the song now is chromeo’s old 45’s. if eve in that garden so long ago had been sasha dancing in her black bra god would have been jealous of adam.

but what sasha said is that a month ago on a business trip she took her wedding ring off just to see what it would feel like for a night out. sasha loves her life she does not want to run from it she was just curious.

oh. the three people. the three people dancing. the two best friends and the dive bar guy. they are not going to fuck in this story. they go their separate ways before that part.

sasha said about that night her ring was off. sasha said it was good and she had never laughed so much and she said that a slick brazilian guy kissed her and she kissed him back and she saw no apparent contradiction between kissing him (all they did was kiss) and going back home to the life she loved with her ring. on. she put the ring back on.

she said now that this dancing in the living room (it’s no longer chromeo they have now moved to odd look by kavinsky these people have great taste) reminded her of that night.

she was laughing when she said this and her laughter sounded like an obviously true thing.