Daddy, Put Down The Bottle

Through the looking glass of my bottle of wine, I see the world in hazy colours within this oblivion of mine. A voice rings out from somewhere, one I barely recognise. “Daddy, put down the bottle and become again a friend of mine.” I look around at muddled faces with eyes half awake and my befuddled brain fails to record where I am. I raise an awkward smile to someone I cannot recognise. “Daddy, put down the bottle and become again a friend of mine.” I steady myself at the table my balance has lost its touch. Eyes look down hauntingly as I reach out for touch. The voice rings out again, the one I barely recognise. “Daddy, put down the bottle and become again a friend of mine.” The coloured haze before my eyes become darker in a cloud. My world is spinning around me in a befuddled mess. Limbs become useless as I crumple to somewhere. The voice is fading now. “Daddy, put the bottle down, ” and ends with a crying sound. 4 June 2011