[ WP ] Describe a physical object . At the same time , use it to tell a story .

On the table beside the bed was a study lamp. That black and steel thing looked like a blend of art and functionality, just like Jack and me. 
 
 I remember the day we moved into this apartment, a big step from the house in ghetto, and I was setting the lamp over there when he entered the room. He looked worked up from moving the furniture in the living room. 
 
 `` A study lamp in the bedroom?'' He laughed, flashing his perfect teeth. 
 
 `` Its stylish'' I said, still bending over to wipe the dust from its crown. 
 
 He sat on the edge of the bed. He sighed a little, maybe contemplating, then he shrugged. 
 
 `` It's your apartment,'' he said, devoid of the joy he had just moments ago. 
 
 I took his hands, not completely turning towards him, and guided them around my hips. 
 
 `` It's *our* apartment,'' I said. We made love on the bed, still rapped in plastic, making that rippling sound between our moans. 
 
 And so began our new life in a new place. Every moment we spent the house was full of love, dancing and toddling all over the place, even when I had a rough day at work or he had another interview turn sour It was wonderful. We seldom touched the switch on the stem and turned the lamp on because, well, we were. 
 
 But life changed. He picked up a drinking habit, still not employed, and passed out before sundown. It was on day when he brought the TV into the bedroom was when I realised how distant we were. The lamp was on quiet too often. 
 
 But I still loved him. I removed his boots and pants and often carried him to the bed. It will pass, I convinced myself, once he gets his job. But the lamp was still on. 
 
 It was rainy day, yesterday, when he almost collapsed into our apartment again. I carried him to bed, removed the wet clothes, he was almost passed out by then, and put him on the bed. Put is a little crude word bit that was how I felt at that time. 
 
 I took his phone and kept it on the table near the base of the lamp next to my own phone, my side of the bed, as usual and dressed down to sleep. 
 
 In a semi conscious state I heard my phone chime. Reluctantly I switched on the lamp and took hold of my phone and opened whatsapp. What I saw was a picture penis and a `` see you again tomorrow'' text. 
 
 I bolted out of the bed and realised it was jack's phone. I realised may things more. 
 
 I took hold of the lamp's cord and yanked it out of the plug point. With wild rage and silent sobs I wrapped it around Jack's neck, slowly that he did not feel it yet. 
 
 Without thinking, I gave him a small peck on his temple, a goodbye kiss maybe, and yanked hard
