There you are, sitting at the dining table

The lights glistening above

Reflecting orange and pink in the transparent tops of the wine glasses

Their shadows stretch for miles beyond.

The wallpaper covered in gold and red patterns from the 1950s, almost smiling at you, telling you

“Just drink”

The invisible faces stare, mocking you, bellowing with laughter as you stare deeply into the glass in front of you

The first of many

The eyeball floating within sharing a glare

Why do you hesitate?

This table stretches for miles

You have so much left to do.

The door behind you has long disappeared

The smell of rotten eggs filling your face

Drink up.

Your delicate fingers trace the rim of the glass,

The swirling of water forming a whirlpool from the slightest touch.

It would be so easy to spill it,

Leaving the pure tablecloth splashed in red,

Like a fresh rabbit to a dog.

It would be so easy to break it, rip it apart, watch the colors mix and relish in the chaos.

It would be so easy to just give up.

The rim of the first glass reaches your lips.

Cheers.