drunk and drowning

I float, and they look at me like I’m drunk. Maybe I am; it feels like it. I’ll tell you how it started–I took a dip in his eyes, the darkest blue I’d ever seen. A dip that turned to a swim. Before I knew it I went under, drawn into bottomless something waiting to take over me.

I took a deep breath and let it pull me in.


For January Writing Prompts, ’a sea of Chardonnay’.

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