I have eaten the flame

It's a new day.yes.but pieces of last night still hover, nagging, a constant crackle begging for sleep and darkness and silence. but the sun calls, the day beckons, beckons in a way that edges in with a twinge of guilt. the remainder of a well mixed collection of martini and beer and whiskey swirls in my belly and i shut out the sun, the shades will remain shut. the couch pulls me in like a magnet, but i must go. a meeting to attend. "there will be wine involved," says my boss. i accept of course, not anticipating the battle of the day. now i have to get up and face the sun. i have no choice. sunglasses have never been a better friend.