“Psychologie, a Slow Dance (trente-cinq)”

*(image by and of the author)*

Sheena Peddy stood on the island in her kitchen; her purple satin robe loosely tied at the waist. It was 7am — late for her when she was on one of her binges. She gripped a long-handled spoon, looking around for the matching other before eyeing it in a stainless steel cylindrical contraption, which held a 40-piece cutlery and dinnerware accessory set. Viking had made a small fortune off of her — it was an unlikely pair — a retired adult movie actress and a high-end culinary and kitchenware systems giant, giving new life to one another.

Her red and blonde loc’d hair fell mid-way down her back. And even as the sun was just beginning to give Sheena an early audience on this unseasonably mild winter morning, the crisp air hit her lungs, opening her diaphragm as she put spoons to pots and pans hung above her, sweetly crooning to her melody.

She ignored her phone, the knocks at the door and her alarm alerting her of someone present at it. She didn’t care this time. Thomas was upstairs in the shower, and Lance was outside and both were hotheads with no real sense when it came to Sheena. Lance didn’t know for sure that she was with Thomas; but he was her husband, “where else would I be”, she thought.

“Ooh, my jam,” and Sheena dropped the spoons back in their holder as You, Me and He began to play…