Waking up the morning after, I can only recall the excessive laughter. The great vibes shared in one moment in time, It was all so beautiful, the highest of highs. (****) My glance embarrassingly detects the frightful fact the mirror reflects. A bathroom tagged with the night's mistakes, Rorschach like markings of drinks and rare steaks. Always said "Yes", lacking all inhibition. I wish last night I lived its definition. So I readjust my head and all of the fixtures, and pray to god no one took any pictures.