flashing lights, deafening music, the scent of sweat, alcohol and smoke in the air. a tossing, rotten feeling of overwhelm - its unlikely that a hangover, that started too early and not according to the plan, will take you to the wonderland. blatantly, you feel like shit.

a ridiculously outrageous attempt to help you to stay conscious - the slightest breeze - that, you assume, was a mere hallucination. molly is a bad friend to rely on.

but then, in a way, its a gift from the heaven itself - the thank from your mouth comes out brokenly breathless, because the realization reduces you to mush. youre being fanned by a rave angel - ginger hair stand out from the darkness like a flame.

"you dont look like youre having fun, dude."