I am at a party. There are many people. They are drinking. Some are being silly and some are looking furtive or talking about drugs. I don't want to drink or party.

I leave and go to another house, but it is crowded and there are people everywhere, sitting on the floor, on the couches, in the chairs, at the kitchen table. Drinking and loud and music and some wildness.

I want quiet. I want to be alone. I have no interest in drinking. I want to sit and think. Or write. Or read. Or walk outside and look at the sky and the trees and the birds.

I wake up.

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