Morning After
The bass massaged his heart, bodies danced around him with metronomic precision in a joyous night while liqueur intoxicated his mind.
A night to remember now felt like a distant dream. His head pounded with vigour, reminding him that everything he’d done was real… If only he’d drunk more water.
We've all been there at least once...
Usually I write stories with a philosophical background but this time I decided to write something a little more plastic. But remember, partying is not a superficial or plastic act by itself. Keep your principles of love, empathy and community! Don't let an environment where appearances are everything define you! Enjoy you and enjoy dancing. Happy weekend to you all, lots of love!
This is my contribution to this week's #FiftyWords stories (the prompt is "If"), a initiative hosted by @Jayna. If you'd like to participate go check her post. What are you waiting for?!
Image courtesy of Nicole De Khors at Burst