Written: in my bed
Powered by: a few too many Cosmos…
Inspired by: Chill Hits playlist on Spotify
Albie yawned and checked his watch again. It was almost midnight, and still no word about the IPO. The guests downstairs were beginning to wonder where he was, what he was doing in a room alone when he had invited all of them over for some “good news”. But still they drank his wine and enjoyed his back yard complete with a pool/hot tub combo and bocci ball set, the sounds of the Santa Monica waves stifled by jazz music across multiple speakers.
When Frida walked in he was facing the window and contemplating his own reflection, but when he heard her, pretended to be lost deep in thought.
“You’re out of champagne,” she said, meaning, “I came up here because I’m worried about you old friend. Don’t you know we’ll all still love you without the fancy house and parties and booze? Or, don’t you know that when that disappears, so will all the ones who never mattered in the first place?”
“Damn,” Albie replied, meaning, “I’m so glad you came. You’re the only face that could remind me that everything will always be ok, as long as you’re here. Or, since you’ve been here everything has always been ok, and I’ve been too busy to see it clearly.”
Frida nodded and went back downstairs, leaving the door open to the sounds of conversation and high heels across the hardwood floor. Albie gave himself one last glance in the window, nodded as well, and then followed her.