with a clink of the glass

swirling the rose coloured liquid against the smooth shiny concave surface, the feeling was one of familiarity. it has been the longest time since i have last held the cold glass in my hand. i reveled in anticipation of the numbness it will soon bring. i took a sip of the chilean red wine. the blandness of the aroma rushes to greet my olfactory nerves before the cool liquid even hits my tastebuds. a decidedly young wine, perhaps a few more years of aging will add bouquet and richness to the taste. still, i greedily lapped up the intoxicating liquid.

the lights overhead were dim. i sunk back into the chair in our small and cosy booth. as the invisible cloak transcends over me gradually, i looked up into the early dusk that was sitting prettily outside the window opposite my seat. the skies were slowly transforming into a dark shade of grey, just like the somber orchestra in my head that was playing in accompaniment to the fog slowly enveloping my sensibility.

i felt relaxed. i felt the need to relax, yet the muscles in my shoulder stayed obstinately tight. i love the release that alcohol gives me, the unleash on logic, reason and principles, a temporary lapse in holding on so tightly to my emotions. a bite of the rib-eye steak, a sip of the soothing liquid; it's like a balm to my soul. the piece of meat was like chewing on a piece of cupboard but you take what you can get in moments like these.

another sip of the wine.

bliss.