friends

at one point in the evening i found myself curled up under my desk in the fetal position. i was drunk. very drunk. we're talking ringo on a saturday night after three bottles of wine, lips stained red the next moring, drunk. the bed simply was too far away. i needed to be lying down, and i needed it right now. sliding out of my chair and onto the floor, now. and there i remained for who knows how long. i see the half empty bottle of whiskey. it's laughing at me. it's taunting me. it's a souvenir of all the embarrassing parts i peeled back and put on display for you. i don't regret it. i regret not remembering exactly what was said after the first story that took an hour and a half to get out of me, once i finally remembered where i wanted to begin. where we began. how it's slowly ending. but i don't regret sharing. again with the lack of filter. a voice mail from 5am just made me laugh two minutes ago. "where are ya dood?", i'm guessing curled up under my desk asleep. after a goodbye, i made it to my bed. how do i know this? only because i woke up there. my phone was tucked safely under my pillow. a text vibrated me out of my slumber. still feeling drunk i made it to the bathroom, nomad and cell in hand. and there i remained for over an hour, on the floor, listening to music. texting, laughing and turning red. was i sick? nope, not at all. just too exhausted to do anything but lie there and text. i looked up to see the sun coming in the window. dancing on the floor to alanis a strange feeling came over me. it was one that i almost didn't recognize because it had been so long since i last felt it. i was happy. i am happy.