…I had a drink.
It was late. I hadn’t drank in a while…
…I thought of a lady, not the one I missed, but another…
…but she was special, non-the-less.
It’s not that she was blonde, or pretty, or shapely. It was nothing like that…
…But she was honest.
She had birthmarks, but no freckles. She didn’t have a body to kill for, just an athletic body. She made me feel like I was doing the right thing.
I was strong, and right, and I made people around me feel like they were strong and correct for how they thought and acted and did, …and they were.
Then I woke up.
And I was sober.
But there was no girl. She called…I mean, a girl called, but not the girl of my dreams.
A girl that drank and smoked and danced; not nearly the girl of my dreams. She had experience; something I missed; lacked. Yet nothing I yearned for.
But I accepted the call...and woke. I didn't drink.