Happy Hour

“Last call at the bar!”

Happy Hour is nearing it’s end. Just enough for one last round of merriment to drown the languor away. Any more round called-for before the return of listlessness that stifle dreams. Before reality came crushing back intruding it’s ugly head into fluffy placid fantasies.

The hours ahead seem to be quite bleak. Indifference. Solitary.

“Last call at the bar?”