I'm surrounded by laughing faces and it's dark all around. I smile as they twirl me in circles, the music visible and swirling in the background, the drinks glowing all the way down.
Everyone knows my name and they keep it a secret from me. They are all beautiful, and there is constantly an arm around my shoulder, or a hug from the side, or a playful yank on my hair. Oh hello and oh hello and oh hello. So nice to see you, come and sit for a while.
We blow smoke rings on the patio....and I feel like I'm famous. Smiles and laughter, and the music and the drinks, and the hugs....
But at the end of the night,
my cup is always empty.
And I never remember a single name.