Like an alka seltzer dropped into a glass of water, tiny particles of me came shooting off to fizzle and disperse around the room until all that was left was a thin vapor where I used to be.
I sat far too long on your couch drinking far too much wine . With each glass a part of my mind disappeared into the ceiling. Each hour became darker, and the words escaping my lips became the words of an occupying alien. Time became a dark red shadow in which you were conversing with an intruder while the real me was floating around in the atmosphere with the stars.
I sank like a melting snowbank into your couch where you found me pooled in the cushions at 3:30 am. Nothing left of me, just a skinny drunken form sinking ever lower into the furniture, so wine-logged I was threatening to drop through the floor and into the foundations of the building.
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