The picture was just an instant. Even the light only lasted for a few minutes. Her left foot dangled at the ankle off of the side of the sofa and the light melded with her surfaces, illuminating every part and exaggerating her bone structure with endless shadows. I saw every strand of her hair and every anomaly in her irises. She was blessed with a well-placed sun and well-structured bones, from her cheeks to the dangling foot, completely unaware. She was a masterpiece. The centerpiece of the instant. She could have been a centerfold. But God the artist, of course, could not have allowed it.

The disco spider.