Waking up in your own bed.
The slurry of random cutscenes edging in and out at the back of your head.
The people you probably saw.
The music you must've heard.
The songs you shouldn't have sang.
That random draft you see on blogspot that you probably wrote as soon as you got home last night. Just how coherent your thoughts become after a touch too much of "yea sure. ONE beer. then I'm going home".
That song on the radio. The one you didn't want them to play. The long drive home alone. You remember the feeling. Just like old times...
...And when you read the draft and play the song that came on last night. A quiet moment wisps through your head. It was amazing wasn't it?
Idiot.
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