I drank in the red skied morning before trying to step onto the busy street. The moon was still in the sky, my head was in the stomach of last night, and my feet were feet from the ground. I couldn’t walk on the street, rather I just floated along without physical effort and instead just a little mental encouragement. Then I arrived all of a sudden at the banks of there river. She was laughing frantically at the birds for trying to swim and I kept saying the same thing twice. Then we fell in.

We swam for a while before it dried. The sun had eaten the moon out the sky.  But we felt happy, ye know, close and that. It was a nice feeling.