and as sunlight struck her lead leaden eyes,
“Which bar was I at?”
Dawn came slow at first – then all at once
Walking to the car,
barefoot,
in the rain,
in the dress she wore last night
Shadows shifted slightly each time
her eyes opened –
and as she stumbled her way into her car,
“Where did I leave my purse?”
revealing new truth
with each blink.
As she recalled, her faith wavered like the glimmer in a sunrise
– the events of last night –
Twelve drinks deep – the night was still young,
and as the seat pushed back against her weight,
“Where am I parked?”
Often overlooked are the consequences of barhopping.
And the brazen nature of the hangover
is lost on those who have yet to sleep –
and as she laid – head cocked up against the wheel,
“Why is my dress torn?”
she fell asleep.
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