It was already 4am on the clock when I finally got home. Judging by the taste in my mouth, I got off with just a dissected lip and knocked down fists. If not for the fight, then this could be called a regular Friday evening. I carried fumes and had an unbearable headache. Unable to reach the bed, I collapsed right in the hallway. It seems that I can no longer get off this boat, only if I don't swim back, I thought, before consciousness finally fell into oblivion. I only dreamed of darkness tonight, and I really wanted to see her again...