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Cheers to Cheering

This is not supposed to happen. It is too late already to have another one. It's cheap; very much so…still, it is just not enough.
It actually has the opposite effect. It woke me up. I am ridiculously ME now, or am I?
It used to taste so much better a couple of hours ago. Now it's simply dull. Don’t like it anymore. It's cheap.
It used to have that typical smell. I can't tell the difference anymore. Probably because I smell just like it.
And the color, of course, it is the same. Colorful or just plain, however I want it to be. I must say, the color was not really touchable, but I could look at it from time to time and feel like a Cubist painter.
Where am I? Who are these people?
Am I still on a comfortable seat of a Boeing 747? -Well I certainly don’t feel comfortable.
Am I still landing in the middle of nowhere? -No, it's just too noisy here.
Am I deep into the Pacific? - There is no way this place feels peaceful.
Am I still in bed writing "Dear my l…"? -WTF? (Amen! to the last one)

I need to get out of here: May be I should run fast and reach the seventh terrace of Dante Alighieri's purgatory. I could probably feel something over there. It would hurt as hell, but at least...

I can't see my heart. I can't touch it anymore. And I don’t FEEL it anymore...

Oh there it is!
…in a glass
...in a liquor-filled glass
… in a liquor-filled glass in a stranger's hand
...in a liquor-filled glass in a stranger's hand, in front of me
...in a liquor-filled glass in a stranger's hand, in front of me, that I just can not reach...