cold night. minus five degrees. 2 a.m.
fav duck tongues, wings, and booze. loads of booze to kill the night.
i was somewhere in between drunk and being high.
head swirling. i was off the ground.
then there was a chain reaction of gags and dry heaves. mascara mixed.
the pat on my back and rubbing on my chest. it was calming & soothing.
the feeling of being cared for.
2 hours of sleep. it was surprisingly pleasant.
its a beautiful sunday morning.
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