Daaru

Drunken stupor. You sit there in the car, your head against the window. The feel of the cool glass on your face. The street lights... they pass you by. You see and you try and make sense of what you see. Your heart floats. Your thoughts escape to the world more real. Everything is going to be alright, at-least that's what you believe. You are trapped... trapped in a golden glass. It's cold out there... cold enough to ignite the fire inside you. You don't want to escape. Don't even try. Give in. Feel the freedom that was never meant to be felt. Now, you drift off to sleep. The lone passenger on a ship... a ship sailing in turbulent waters. Now, you are there, though not for long. The ocean is vast, far vaster than land. You own it, though, only for a little while. Go ahead and feel what it is to be a demigod.