“One step closer to the blur” she thought as she poured herself one last shot of whiskey, for the road. “Sleeping pills and alcohol, perfect cocktail to forget memories you don’t even have. How funny.
One last drop, close your eyes. A dreamless sleep, and the hope, the curse of being alive in the morning, with the certitude that everyday is exactly the same.
Shouldn’t it be time for me to finally chase the past I gave up a long time ago? What a strange last thought, but it’s getting dark, too dark to think… Maybe… Maybe tomorrow will bring more answers…”
She fell in the majestic nothingness of the night while the singer on the old radio player was whispering his quiet prayer: “I’ll take the fate the daylight brings”.