This was a union that was meant to be. He’d spent days waiting for her, preparing for this moment, dusting off his best for her. Shiny and new, she would come to him from the little box that her family of four lived in. She had been chosen especially for him. They were a perfect fit – his grooves, her tongue – screwed together for just the perfect number of turns until his fire met hers and she burst into light, illuminating the formerly dark room. Yes, she was the perfect light bulb for Mr. Chandelier.