Back to Earth

It’s roughly midnight on a Saturday night. Half of us are in our underwear. Sweaty. Disheveled. Clothes are scattered across the floor like an orgy-tornado passed through.

My body hasn’t gotten the message that it’s over yet.

I’m on fire. Buzzing. Tingling.

I can still hear the applause, the laughter, the callbacks.

How alive can one person feel?

And when the curtain drops, I want to disappear.