She walked down the stairs in slow motion, surrounded my afterglow and fuzzy lighting. And not only was she the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, she was also the most comforting woman he had ever met. Her beauty was not a sharp, cold commodity. She smelt musty, womanly, like a bundle of your favorite clothes. Though she was disorganised physically - legs and arms speaking a slightly different dialect from her central nervous system - even her gangly demeanour seemed to Archie exceptionally elegant.