Post by trinidadsatchel on Jan 21, 2011 15:14:26 GMT -5
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She wriggled and twirled about, laughing at the stupidest of things. She was already nursing her third martini, and she was allowing her body to twist and turn with the beat of the music that pulsed through the club. She usually wasn't the light weight type, but something had changed for the woman who was barely out of high school. And to think she's teaching high schoolers. One never would have guessed that Trinidad Johanna Satchel could have been one to get a real job. She was too "immature." Her eyes rolled at the thought.
So what if she got a little tipsy and dressed like she had the fashion sense of a child? Well to be honest, she was steadily heading for more than tipsy. Curly, black hair hid her flushed face for a moment or so. Before she fell, she managed to sit down upon a less than comfortable stool in front of the bar. She eyed the peanuts momentarily and nibbled on her lower lip. She had forgotten her phone, and she didn't have the number for the cab company simply bursting past her ears. A wry smile tugged at her lips.
Thin fingers brought the martini glass to her lips as she downed the remainder of the liquid. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the alcohol as it burned its way down her throat. Despite the fact she was seated, her slender frame swayed to and fro. Delicate hands shot out to grasp the counter in an attempt to steady herself. Her head was whirring as a faint but comfortable buzz settled within the confines of her mind. Her eyes flickered closed as she shifted her position. She wasn't sure what else she could do so she tried to recall lyrics from a song.
I open my lungs dear. I sing this song at funerals...no rush. These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush. A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly. Missing hotel beds I feel your touch. I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crush. A universal still. No rust.
No dust will ever grow in this frame. One million years I will say your name. I love you more than I can ever scream. We booked our flight those years ago. I said I love you as I left you. Regrets still haunt my hollow head, but I promised you I will see you again, again. I sit here and smile dear.
I smile because I think of you and blush. These bleeding hollow dials...this fuss. A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel. A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch. We booked our flight those years ago. You said you loved me as you left me. Regrets still haunt your saddened head, but I promised you I will see you.
We booked our flight those years ago. I said I loved you, and I left you.
Regrets no longer in my head. I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again. I'm home again. Slowly, she snapped out of her reverie. Her eyes opened and gazed about.