1976

	The city stopped to take a breath.
	There was a soft murmur of business that still had to happen, but everything felt relaxed. Walking down my usual path home, I noticed that the neon signs of clubs and stores felt different. Their purpose had been lost; rather than jumping out at me, my eyes just absorbed their self-righteous cries of attention like a sponge. They blended into the drab scene of the city street just a few blocks from downtown.
	I looked to the sky to search for the moon. I knew she'd be looking too, so maybe if I looked at it, we could see it together. Maybe I could feel her that way. To my dismay, she hid from me. A cloud poured itself over the lens I saw her with. The clouds were so dark that they looked like an extension of the late night sky. They were black and empty. I didn't notice them swoop in and quietly bring their rain until I felt my coat begin to weigh me down. I knew how she felt now.
	The street stretched and distorted reflections of the glowing signs, letting me know again that, yes, the stripclubs were open. I could see twice now the glowing margarita inviting me to dine with the exotic dancers.
	I finished my nightly trek, letting the neon dancers and drinks guide me back home. Margarita, bikini, wine and cheese, red dress. After that, it was the second door to the left, up the stairs and to the right. I reached into my pocket, grabbed my key -- lonely on its ring -- and grabbed the door to unlock it. To my surprise, it was unlocked. I assumed I just forgot to lock it when I went to work.
	I went in, and the lights were already on. I still hadn't realized it wasn't my fault. I slipped off my heavy peacoat and put it on the rack next to the door. I slipped off my loafers, and walked over to the window. The nice thing about my apartment was that the window had a great view of the skyline downtown. Despite the curtains being open already, I suspected nothing. All I knew was that I was tired and my cell needed charging.
	I closed the curtains and lumbered over to my bedroom. I peeked into the doorway and saw something that first only confused me. I saw the gentle glow of a cellphone, and from it, the shape of a soft hand swiping across its surface. I flipped the lightswitch, turning on the lamp on the nightstand next to my bed. On the bed I saw something I couldn't believe.
	I stopped to take a breath.
	"What are you doing here?" I sighed. I forgot I wasn't the only one who could get in here.
	"I don't like Phoenix. It's too hot. I wanted to come back to Seattle," she answered calmly, putting down her cell and flipping her hazel hair out of her face.
	"What about the job? Wasn't the pay high?" I asked, trying to convice her she shouldn't be here.
	"Didn't like it. Too much paperwork," she hesitated.
	It made sense. When the moon was overcome, it was not her shutting me out. The rain was not to discourage me. They were signs to hurry home. She wanted me home. Where we belonged.
	I sat down on the bed. I knew what she wanted. She knew what I wanted. I stared deep into her green eyes until I got lost. I could tell she was lost as well. We didn't know what we were doing until it was too late and our shirts were next to my bed and I was lying next to her. We snapped out of our trances and were both embarassed.
	"Fuck you," she sighed, removing anything else on her.
	"I'll do just that," I whispered, following after her lead.
	She stopped to take a breath.