I wake up from another nightmare,next thing I know I'm in a bar,I've already drank three glasses of wine,and why no one can see I'm underaged is puzzling. I'm letting the tears slide down my face,letting them come down as hard as they want. No one's here to see or judge me that I know. The way I see it is,even if they are I'm in far to deep. For it to matter,for anything to matter, it will have to be bigger than me and bigger than this. I take the last gulp of my drink when I feel hands snake around my waist. I don't move them. I just let them warmth envelop me in it. In the morning, I know I'll regret it.