I don't quite remember how it happened, I can't remember if i was sitting there first, if she brought me there, or what. I find myself sitting on the couch in the dim light, many figures running around, laughing, hugging, kissing, loving. She's curled up next to me, she might have crawled into this position, but she just came out of the bathroom and now she's with me. She's drunk, she's something. She hugs my left arm and I'm thankful I took off my sweater, cause her body warmth is making me hot. She's breathing on my arm and is speaking in tongues. My lower back feels tickled as she breathes into my ear, whispering, yelling, crying. It's cute. It really is. She's telling me how great I am, and how this is life, stuff like that. She breathes heavily, moving her whole body. "Amanda." She keeps whispering, saying, yelling. The music is loud, I can barely hear her. I laugh, "Yes." "Amanda...I just..I just want to cry. Can I cry?" "Yea, Alright." So she curls in closer and lets herself break. I feel her drool and tears mix and seep down my arm, through my shirt. "Ohh, wait! I don't want my mascara to run!" She stops crying almost automatically and whipes her face with experienced fingers. "Amanda. Amanda." I kinda laugh. "You stopped your great cry so your mascara wouldn't run." She laughs realy hard and kinda cries a little more. It's kind of fun to speak to her, because she giggles at everything and I feel like I can be clever without trying. She curls up closer and speaks about fun in the past and how I've affected her life. Maybe I have? Maybe I haven't? Who knows. There's several more words exchanged, then I slide out from under her. -Amanda