The glitz and glamour of last night's gladrags now bedraggled.
The cruel morning light coldly shocks mascara smudged eyes.
Style sacrificed Stilletto spikes in hand aid the desired speedy getaway.
An obligatory doorstep cheek kiss farewell,
No eye contact with me as you squeeze yourself tightly and small as possible into the corner of the back seat,
avoiding reflection.
The car now perfumed with the scents of last night's tale as you fall headlong and silent into your phone -
until safely home once more.
A.K. McAllister
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