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I wake up the next morning with a dry mouth. My tongue felt like a towel that was just in the wash and mouth equally as bitter.

I push up slowly, throw legs over the bed, my eyes in my palm.

, Recounts the night after wards, drive the rest of the way in silence, stop car, held her hand to the house, says good night, she heads to the kitchen for some water turn around to see his back, towards his office phone at his ear.

The glass I dumped on my nightstand is not full and a bottle of pills, painkillers seats beside it.

With half closed lids I leaned to the side, popped two pills into my mouth and washed it down with half of the water. Then I return it back into the night stand.

Ian.

His name immediately comes to mind.

Last night was so great, I still can’t believe he joined us for JBK concert.

Am I allergic?

His words brought a smile to my lips.

Now I know he could have a good time like the rest of us.

And who knows, maybe there would be more of that, if he