Monday, September 21, 2015

264. The Post-Bedtime Dip

At the end of a hard day I sit back and put up my feet, a bit of alcohol in hand.
This is the moment I have worked through this day to get to.
The tiny clink of the bottle on the table.
The smoothness as it slides down.
The buzz in my head when I've gotten just a bit too much.
Oh the little pleasures in life.
There's just nothing like sitting back and removing nail polish.

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