AmarantheThe long black lace robe arrived from Paris this afternoon. The seamstress understands her brief in a way most people in any city do not. I am at the candlelit mirror in it. Come over, the night has the shape I planned for 🖤
AmaranthePulled the deep red velvet robe on tonight and stayed up reading on the soft couch until the candle gave up. The robe is the one you said you wanted to see me in. It is still on. The night is not over 🕯️
AmarantheLit every candle in the apartment tonight. The wine is poured for two. I am walking toward the door because I know the sound of your footsteps and the candle does the thing I like with the silk dress 🕯️
AmarantheThe long black silk opera gloves arrived today. The seamstress smiled when I took them, which means she understood. I am at the candlelit mirror pulling them on. Come over. I want you to be the one who takes them off 🖤
AmarantheWrote the next chapter by candlelight tonight at the small desk. The novel I am writing has a heroine you would recognise on sight. Volume two is the one where she stops pretending. Come over, I want to read you the first page ✒️
AmarantheFastened tonight's long pearl strand at the candlelit vanity in the fitted black dress. The kind that took a century to make and the kind that knows it. Come over. I want to see your face when you see them sit 🌑
AmarantheThe single ornate candle in the alcove is lit. The room is mine, in the fitted dark dress, the candlelight doing what I asked it to. The chair across from me has been waiting for your specific weight ✨
AmarantheWrote in the leather journal by candlelight at the small desk tonight. The pen behaves at this hour because it knows what I am writing about. The last entry is your name in a script I will only translate in person ✍️
AmarantheWrote you a letter by candlelight at the small desk tonight on cream paper. The pen knows what tonight is. I am not sending the letter. I am keeping it for you to read in person, slowly, while I watch your face 💌
AmarantheWalked the dim gallery corridor at closing in the long fitted black dress. The paintings approve of the hour and the dress. The light at the end of the corridor was the right colour. I was thinking about you the whole walk 🖼️
AmarantheThe grand piano is open. The bourbon is poured. The candle on the piano is lit. I am sitting at the keys in the fitted dark dress, and the hour is mine until you walk in and make it ours 🎹
AmarantheWent down to the candlelit cellar tonight and pulled the 2009 from the rack. The vintage knows what kind of evening I have planned. I am decanting now. The second glass is for you. Take your time 🍷
AmarantheLit every candle in the bedroom and stood in the middle in the fitted black dress to make sure the light was the exact shape I wanted. It is. The bed is on the right. The candle by it is yours 🕯️
AmarantheThe whisky on the small table tonight. The fire low. The novel open on my knees in the dark velvet armchair. The chair opposite mine has been kept warm. The night is the one I have been waiting for. You arrive when you arrive 🥃
AmarantheThe new satin sheets arrived this afternoon. I ordered three sets and the seamstress laughed in the right way, the way that means she understood the assignment. The bed is the one I am sleeping on tonight. Maybe not alone 🛏️
AmarantheBath night with rose petals on the surface and a champagne flute on the rim. The candle is in the right place. The robe is on the rail for after. Get in with me, the second flute is poured 🛁
AmarantheTonight's wine. Tonight's silence. The kind that turns into a story 🍷
AmaranthePulled the antique drop earrings from the velvet box tonight and fastened them in the candlelight. They belong on me, the way certain people belong in certain rooms. Come over. I want you to see the way they catch the candle 💎
AmarantheThe new black silk dress arrived this afternoon. The candlelit vintage mirror approved twice, which is the most it has ever done. I have not taken it off. Come over, I want you to see it before the candle gives out 🖤
AmarantheSat in the candlelit window seat reading the new poetry collection tonight. Three stanzas were specifically for me, which means three for us. I marked the one I want to read to you in bed. Come over before I read it alone 📖
