angel dust: 5am

[Undisclosed location]: Haze-filled nightclub with smoke so thick you can chew.

Heads roll back as it swims up and around their skull. Stars begin to dance around their eyes, tickling irises to say hello. Limber bodies drift across wood floors to the Sweetest Taboo, carelessly galavanting over sticky tiling. The split drinks and sweat from the man in cowboy boots threaten nostrils—the muddy bass booms through bodies as if it's their own heartbeat. 

You stop.

For a moment, it's quiet.

Mind-numbingly quiet.

Weighted-down bodies ascend into the strobe-filled sky,

leaving their shadows to boogie on the floor. 

You are free.