Reminiscence

A cool breeze flows in as Norma reclines on a chaise lounge next to the window. She loosens her hair from clips, sips Merlot from fine crystal, and watches fireflies amidst the darkness; she remembers a cool breeze from the ocean swirling around the dunes and a guy from the past. They kept each other warm that night and sipped wine from plastic cups. She forgot his name when her jeans turned to suits, dunes to desks, plastic to crystal. She wanders to the kitchen pantry and finds a plastic cup. Her unsteady hand dumps Merlot from crystal to plastic.