Alcohol makes everything an epic

Suddenly I noticed how easily we fell into step. With equal strides, we pressed forward into the darkness. It was as though we had found a way to communicate with only our footsteps, or that we had both tapped into the steady beat of a quiet, unknown drummer. Our little walk had a destination; a door through which you would pass and I would not. When the door closed, you and I would be a world apart. That is why I did not hasten to break our embrace in the doorway. I strained to feel the drummer's quickening thrum one last time.