You’ve been scrubbing your teeth, swilling the swash and downing the
whiskey and water in an attempt to rid the aftertaste of my defeat from the back of your tongue. Like me, one click and you were sunk; immersed in the deep of my abyss.
I feel guilt. I gave no warning. I offered no escape.
Today is a new day. I found a ladder. Grab a rung. We’ll raise a glass at the top.