Grey sunlight streams through slatted blinds
And carpet fibres brush across my face.
I realise that I must’ve slipped inside
The alcoholic ride into a dirty ditch.
But looking round I see I’m not alone,
As bodies strewn across a lurid three piece suite
Satisfy that anxious knot that sits inside,
That feeling that I’ve misbehaved while under wine’s
Sweet curtain falling through the night.
But now the party’s over and the sun
Is creeping up and welcoming a wretched day.
I scrabble for my shoes, my purse, my phone,
All scattered carelessly throughout this stranger’s house.
I slip into the outside world, and breathe
That air so razor sharp it bursts the bubble
And let’s the dream of endless fantasy
Drift away on wispy clouds, hopefully
Never to be seen again.