Red solo cup. Occupying my shaking hand. I stare at you from across the room.

Childish Gambino plays on the stereo. A beat so loud, it causes the apartment to move. You dance along to the rhythm while I pay mind to lyrics.

Rainbow led lights flash in sync. My head aches from it, yet the drink in my cup soothes. I can see illuminations of your expression.

Filas. The brand of shoes you wear as you move.

Three in the morning is the time, now. I should head home. Anywhere but here. But I cannot move.