Bonne Soirée

I stood at the edge of the dimly lit room and watched as people moved about. Bodies wove together in a blob as they interacted with one another. Music filtered throughout the room the hum coursing through my entire being. No one seemed to notice me from my position next to the countertop. Honestly speaking, I didn't even know why I was near there at all. I was fairly sure that the fragrance that was dumped on me and was consequently emitted from my body would overpower the food and drinks. The intoxicating fumes wafting over and assaulting their senses. Of course, I wouldn't mind being noticed by someone, even if it was only for a few measly seconds of their time.

Yet, even still, I was mostly ignored. I swayed slightly as a breeze filtered through the stagnant air. I didn't know where it came from. It could've been from an open window, the air conditioner, or even caused by the movement of someone walking by. Whatever it was, it didn't do much to cool my surface. The heat came from within rather than from the slightly stifling room. A thin layer of liquid sat on my smooth waxy exterior and glistened in the low light. I didn't pay much attention to it and neither did others. I was certain it would go away with time.

So, I stood and continued to stand where I was for the rest of the night. Abandoned to my little area to blend in with the décor around me and blessing, or maybe cursing, people anywhere near my vicinity with my scent. And I was alright with that. It will all be over far too soon and, eventually, I will have lost my purpose.