MIMI

Booze, music and red lights painted the room high. The moment I couldn't tell the number of shots I'd down. I knew I was drunk. I sat down in the VIP section with other ladies who as well were drunk. Well most of them were. I looked to my right to see a few people hitting the dancefloor. I remember when I used to dance till I couldn't feel my limbs probably fueled by the rush of alcohol in my veins. But even with all the shots I'd down. I had no single motivation. No fuel, no drive. I felt like a hollow log. Empty and in place. The...