8:47 pm. Some *** and coke slips down my throat.
10:04 pm. They ask about you and I answer effortlessly, slipping into some silent uneasiness.
12:18 am. A tear slips on to your written words I swore I wouldn't read over. Again.
12:31 am. I'm slipping shamelessly into everything we were.
12:35 am. Past tense slips off my tongue and I let it take me, hoping it'll turn to present by morning.

"You had me go from what I thought was sliding carefully to seriously slipping out of control"echoes through my headphones as I slip into sleep.