Tequila

The night promised to be easy, but, as usual, everything went according to the “tequila versus sleep” scenario. First, there were sparks, meaningless conversations, and dancing where no one owed anyone anything. And then morning came: the coffee smelled too sweet, the sun was too honest, and all this “no one owes anyone anything” somehow started to sting from the inside. Everything seems simple - one night, a little vanilla, a little drama, a little self-deception. But inside, everything spins like a barge on the waves - sometimes cold, sometimes hot, then again “ring alarm” and an attempt to wake up from your own feelings.