Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Morning After

It's the morning after the party. I wake up feeling a slight throbbing on the left side of my head. I don't want to get up, partly because I have no energy and partly because of the breathing form that's sleeping peacefully beside me. Memories of last night come flooding back to me. I redefined 'wasted'. After dillying and dallying, hemming and hawing, whispering and giggling, we finally arise to catch the last gasps of breakfast, unimaginable a few hours ago. I sway like a flickering flame, remnants of last night's exploits. I see visions of leisure.

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