Whiskey Lullaby

It’s been a long day. You return to an empty house. The earth has turned away from the sun and night’s shadows have come out to play. You enter your den, switch on the evening lamps, loosen your tie, kick off your shoes and walk to the bar. “What will it be today?” you ponder. There’s a winter breeze blowing through the open windows and tonight’s just one of those nights. The resonant sounds of Beethoven’s Ninth fill the room. This evening you need something strong; like desire, warm; like memories and rich; like the fabric of your mind. Instinctively you reach for the whisky. For after all, it has to be a perfect evening…

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