Survived It, Good Night!

I’m going to bed.  I’m coming down from a flat champagne and terror-induced adrenaline high, my right hand is still frozen in a claw-like cramp from a 3 hour death grip on the bottle, and I am starving since I never could relax enough to eat my now rancid talapia.  But I still see ceiling above me when I look up, floor when I look down and only a few passed out neighbors, happy children and some dizzy cats when I look out the window. Happy New Year everyone.