[ WP ] The person sitting closest to you ( or if you 're alone , the last person you saw ) suddenly touches your shoulder and reveals a major , life-changing secret .

A woman with blue earrings stands in the doorway of an unfamiliar room. The unfamiliar room has some things in it that look like mine, things I recognize but ca n't place. They're arranged all wrong, they're not where they belong. 
 
 A woman with long green earrings stands in the doorway with a purse clutched in front of her. She's smiling. There's something about her face that fills my heart. I ca n't find the memory. I'm searching, it's like I'm rummaging through old clothes, timeworn and eaten to bits by moths. 
 
 A woman with flashing red earrings is standing just in front of me. She's an older woman. How did she get so old? She has beautiful eyes. I want to kiss her. `` Who are you?'' I ask. `` You're beautiful.'' 
 
 A woman with fine yellow earrings is leaning over. She smells wonderful, she smells like Casablanca, home cooking, childbirth, dancing, rain, and tears. I would give anything to know what that smell is. 
 
 There's a woman with blue earrings standing over me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear. Her voice is like an unnamed constellation in a starless sky. `` Hello darling, it's me, Miranda, your wife.''
