Coming back to reality

This fucking great experience is finishing and finally I can feel it. Well, laying in the bed, with cough and fever… I can feel it more than thought.
Everything is passing in my mind, in front of my eyes, like a fast-forward movie. The I love techno, all parties to discos, parties in some unknown friend’s place, you wake up the day after asking “hey man, who was the fucking party for?!”. And nobody can answer you.
First beer, second beer, a line, a bottle of wine, a pair of tits, another beer, a nude ass in the bed, a darkroom, a disco, a tongue piercing, a passport on the floor, music, loud music, my moon my man, licking a pussy, arms in the air, clapping hands, screaming people, some papers to read, an email to answer to, a girl telling she cannot love you, a guy telling another girl that he doesn’t love her anymore, a beer to forget, a candy to enjoy, another girl to kiss, waking up in the morning, calling people with a strange voice, making deals, dancing again, grabbing a taxi, coming back in the morning, coming back in the evening, coming back to reality.
That was not a dream.