My eyes are closed and it’s dark, almost black. My head hurts and I remember falling asleep with the lights on and the record player at full volume.

I woke up to the pops and hisses a few hours later, and am now adjusting to the surroundings of the elevator at 5 AM. The door opens and the brightness of the lobby lights blind me for a second.

The last thing I do before I step out is remember the voices in the room and the clinks of glass and her laughter.

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