There's a party going on, somewhere. Or maybe there's not. I can't hear music, so there probably isn't, but it's a big garden, so there probably is. 

I'm drunk, I don't know.

I've been drinking rose wine, which is the worst for me. I can't exactly remember why I came in here, but I remember walking in here alone to sit on the sofa and cry. I think it was something that happened in my head or on my phone. But I've lost sight of it now, there's only the tears. And it's bad. Really bad. I feel I may explode. 

I notice the fact no-one followed me and feel myself hollow out, feel my insides fall into a void. I want to scream. Maybe I do. Maybe someone hears, maybe someone comes. I don't know. I just cry. 

Time passes, some length. I feel a chest now, that my head is resting on, but I smell perfume, so I'm unconsoled. I think she leaves at some point, and I'm left alone again. 

I've stopped crying now, but feel no better. I think my world may end. 

I drift off to sleep like it's forever.