Exhale.
I breathed in the cold air. I was stood outside of the pub, hesitant about going in. I knew you'd be there. I knew how I'd feel when I saw you. I knew that my stomach would knot itself up like it usually did around you. You'd come over, ask how i was, place your arm around my shoulders and buy me a drink. And all of that terrified me. Such a familiar feeling for me but I was terrified that one day I wouldn't be able to control it. Fear that you'd see all of the emotions that are whizzing around my body paralysed me for seconds.
Enter.
Ten seconds later, I'm in the pub. The warmth of the room caresses my body and surely enough, there you are, As predicted, you walk over, the smell of whisky catches my nostrils. "How are you? Can I get you a drink?", I know you so well. Surely enough, you buy me a rose. "Cheers" a clink of our glasses. I take a sip of my wine... Sip... Ahh.. I have arrived.
Now to enjoy the evening.
Just a small town girl... I like writing and cocktails; not always at the same time but sometimes!
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30 Day Writing Challenge: The Hangover
Sleepless nights, trouble concentrating, dry mouth, hyper excitability and anxiety.
Are we drunk-in-love or hungover?
Are we drunk-in-love or hungover?
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