Rum... Vodka... Whisky...

Spirits are high. It's like I'm floating in the air with my cousins. Energy is ever lasting...
I take some ice cubes and immerse them in my glass full of Rum.
                                   Here goes the shot !!!
The fluid leaves it's impression on my taste buds and runs through the food pipe...
Everything around is amiable,,, passable ...
As if everything is under my control. My hitches become elementary. People with their memories start rotating in my mind and with the deficiency of centrifugal force my thoughts come out when I start mumbling. Though everyone is drowning in the taste of alcohol but I think that they will understand me. My senses pinch me and I somehow come to know that I am disclosing and sharing my problems.
                                There goes the other shot...
On the table, empty bottles seems to be full. Vodka, rum calling me to have them again and again.
                      Feeling myself on the seventh cloud, no limits of happiness ...
"Ouchh !" Now I think someone really pinched me.
"Ohk k !! Am I drunk ?"
Smile.
"No I am not."
"When will I stop imagining ??" Sigh.