Drifting Poem by Torence Lavender

Slip into the darkness.
The light still trying to call you to it.
The sounds are more distant.
You can't tell what's real or what you've imagined.
Is someone tugging at your arm?
Or are you tangled up in the sheets?
The rhythm of distant music gets your blood pumping.
Your legs move and dance to the beat.
Something feels wrong.
You're drifting back to the surface.
The morning light greets you and the party melts away.