Impromptu Journal Write #1

Prompt : "We were drinking champagne and losing our shirts."

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My living room felt non-existent as our voices filled the space with deep conversation. Every word that slipped between each sip of champagne made the moment sound like a film that even the television would watch - required that such an object had the ability to do so. The lamp on the side table gave the room a warm glow, my inside resonating the same feeling as the bubbly drink fizzed at the pit of my stomach. We were no where near drunk, but the simple company of one another was enough to give the impression of shear drunkenness. With my legs tucked underneath me, his form mirroring my own, I listened intently when he had something to say while I spoke with my heart and soul on the tip of my tongue at the given moments. When our glasses were empty, with no more words to fill the space between us, soon the shirts came off with everything else, just like my fear and walls that I had built up my whole life before he arrived in it…..

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