I leap on top of the back of the sofa, perfectly balancing and laughing and singing and dancing and I made this party happen because I am the party and I am so f*cking amazing and fun and everyone loves me and I begin to slip and then I fall but I’m fine because I’m flying through the air and the music is playing and everyone is having a good time and it’s ALL BECAUSE OF ME and I fly and I soar down and my face smashes into the table.
“Holy shit are you ok?!”
I’m fine. It’s dark but the music is playing and there is laughter and talking and the party is still happening.
It’s dark but I’m okay. But the music has stopped. Why has the music stopped?
I open my eyes and blood is spilling onto a vinyl floor.
Why is the party in the bathroom? Where is the music?
“Are you ok – oh God – are you ok? Can you hear me?”
“I’m fine. I’m ok,” I yawn.
“Someone should call an ambulance.”
“Hey, can you hear us? Can you open your eyes again?”
The f*ckers have turned off the music for f*ck’s sake. And I’M the person that made this party happen. They were just going to go home and have a few drinks. Then I CAME ALONG AND I MADE THIS A PARTY AND NOW IT HAS STOPPED. WHY??
“Can you open your eyes?”
“Call an ambulance.”
Firefighters are standing above me.
Paramedics are leaning over me.
I’m in an ambulance.
“Can you please drop me off at home?” I smile and yawn.
“Because I’m fine.”