It was a very expensive lampshade.
Embarrassing really.
But it lit up the room as if it was a magical light fairy.
I didn't want to share her light,
I was very possessive about it, so I stopped inviting people over.
But I was never lonely - because she was there.
She whispered convincing stories to my ear at night,
before I turned her off, to go to sleep.
She tried convincing me not to turn her off for the whole night - it made her sad, she said.
There was something bruised about this relationship.
But it's hard to define what it was exactly...
Inspired by the words: expensive, lampshade, bruise, convincing.
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