She'll Feel This in the Morning
Meryl stumbles out of the bar, a little drunk—in the same way she's a little short. It's been a bitter evening.
All the following, the worrying, the waiting. It doesn't make a difference, and that's the cold truth she has to face. She's all out of faith.
She falls through the front door into someone's arms. One is false.
"Meryl? What's wrong?"
Alcohol removes self-control. "Why can't you love me?"
A swift intake of breath. She's passed out in his arms; he can't answer.
Gently, he carries her to bed. They'll have a long talk in the morning.
Meryl stumbles out of the bar, a little drunk—in the same way she's a little short. It's been a bitter evening.
All the following, the worrying, the waiting. It doesn't make a difference, and that's the cold truth she has to face. She's all out of faith.
She falls through the front door into someone's arms. One is false.
"Meryl? What's wrong?"
Alcohol removes self-control. "Why can't you love me?"
A swift intake of breath. She's passed out in his arms; he can't answer.
Gently, he carries her to bed. They'll have a long talk in the morning.