Deep sense of ur presence in the room

A wage idea of how eyes move.

The crowd of friends and few strangers is separating us away

But still a string seems to pull me through.

My legs seems to tremble and a gulp of uneasiness moves down with the wine.

Relax, I tell myself trying to find my voice.

I try to shade behind the bar and converse with the fake smile.

You find your way to the intersection.

Eyes lock, we smile.

My eyelids drop.

Lips are willing to say something beyond this world, but funny enough the tongue lays locked inside.

A shiver in my bones,

Trembling knees.

Can someone pinch me to wake me up please.

Nervous you make me even in my dreams.