He peered through his fingers
At a dim world far below
A cheroot room on the coffee table
Stained the air with it's memories
The girl lay on the bed
Like an afterthought
But deep inside her eyes
The coin was spinning lazily
In their minds
She relaxed as he ran his hand along her leg
A fleeting connection
They were lost in their own thoughts
Simple yet sacred
They offered no explanation
There were mundane yet miraculous
In their minds
The room service arrived
They watched a game show and a re-run of Friends
He ran his hand along her leg
The air con sent a shiver through the room
They dressed for co*ktails
Sharing the bathroom
The TV flared and died
and static filled the empty room
In their minds