Post Party Bubble

The journey home always seems to take longer than the journey there, I mused as the never ending highway held us firmly in its grip. My eyes danced with the cats eyes flitting past the window as they lured us along the quiet road. Soon I fell into a blissful stupor and all the wonderful encounters I experienced this night came tumbling into mind.

My ringing ears further blocked out the cold morning outside. The music, ecstatic screaming and aural weirdness had taken its toll. As I fell into a mellow stupor, my body tingled with joy and my heart was warm; a cozy smile betraying my private thoughts.