#14 The Morning After

Homecoming. Listen to it. Can you hear?

The floor shaking. The adolescents screaming. The hypnotic thump-a thump-a of the music.

I still can. I can feel it my head, which is still pounding even though the music isn't.

I can feel it in my heart, which is still keeping time to Like a Prayer.

I can see it when I look in the mirror and still see the glitter in my hair.

I can remember it when I look at my carefully painted nails.

Oh, yes. I can hear it.

All in all, I am very satisfied with the current station of things. I danced my heart out, then danced a little more. I let out my inner Gaga and she tore it up on the dance floor. I put so much glitter on my eyes and in my hair, that when I woke up, my eye boogers were made up of pink and silver glitter.

Mmmmmm. I love getting my groove up, on, and out.

Good times.


“I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery