30 Day Writing Challenge: Exhale, Enter, Enjoy

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.

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Are we drunk-in-love or hungover?

30 Day Writing Challenge: Intoxication/Poison

Why do I drink? I drink to have fun, to feel euphoria and to forget, even just for a few hours. In the club with the music so loud you can't hear yourself think... That's the best. I don't need to be inside my mind, it's full of bad decisions. Idyllic intoxication. Escapism. 

"I'll pass on the rose". You know why. You know what it does to me. It's a poison. Turns me into an intoxicated incubus. And if you were there? Well who knows what would happen. I've tried so damn hard to evade those feelings but I cant. The truth serum. My poison of choice to fall in love. I become a victim of the beverage and I will take someone with me. Spiralling into a whirlwind of desire. It was wise that I said no. You knew why I said no. We giggled about it... But we know the truth... We know the desire that hides behind a sauvignon smile and a whiskey wink. Rosé. The beginning of the ending of our tale. Had I noticed sooner and not been so damn stubborn, perhaps we could have made it. But that's what I always do. Hide behind a cloud of confidence. A defence mechanism found at the bottom of the bottle.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Mirrors

I looked in the mirror. All it was was metal and glass and yet we almost let it define us. Would we get ready without it? No. Would we even take a selfie without it? Not anymore. We show the world a photo of our reflection because even we aren't happy with the real thing. Think about that: we show the world a "mirror image" that's gone through 2 mirrors and a computer screen before we feel comfortable. The irony is that the idea of having 2 mirrors on you seems intrusive. Makes you feel vulnerable right? As a kid, my nan had one of those wardrobes that had the mirrors on the front. I used to open the doors so they faced each other and then I'd stand in the middle... The reflection would work so there would be an infinite number of me. Scary thought now though. I got into my car after deciding my reflection looked okay. Let's be honest I've never actually seen myself in any other form apart from 'reflection'. I've never seen what other people saw. I drove to his house and parked up. I could see his house in my mirror. Cars have that rear view mirror. That's quite fascinating actually.. you can see what's behind yet sometimes you can get blinded by what you see in the rearview. Mirrors now you can just click and it will reduce the glare. Can't do that with life. You're better off just looking forward. I see him. He's smartly dressed, but isn't he always! I bet he's happy with his reflection. I can see through the window that he's not alone. He's with someone; a girl. He kisses her softly on the lips. I should have learned... don't spend too much time looking in the rearview.

Damn.