Personal Narrative-Las Vegas

With the clock slowly approaching 5 in the morning and my yaws become harder to control we finally left and made our way back to Frank's east Las Vegas house, with the purple dawn rays of the sun creeping through go the mountain that range circles the city.

Sleep came easy back as the excitement of the day wore off and the hope of our upcoming trek through Vegas. Across from me Marla's eyelashes cast a shadow across her cheeks as she sleeps peacefully and her thin shoulder slowly rises in peace while her quiet smile in deep slumber minimizes the dark circles under her eyes. Back then in kindergarten my face was always snotty and my eyes always wet when you're the smallest one in the class where everyone had already moved on from the pacifier.

Within moments, they were escorted to their VIP section where the boys from the morning had crashed the party. They all exchanged their bro hug greetings and banter as drinks were being handed out. The music was pumping the thick vibration that shifted out as the laser pierced through the misted fog creating a psychedelic atmosphere.

Shawn took my hand as Jose was sliding Marla out on the floor dance, which to we all lost ourselves in the sea of bodies gyrating. I was definitely feeling a good buzz and didn't mind it was an all intoxicating way to enjoy the crowd. After a few songs had played, I signaled to Marla I was going back. Shawn led the way back to our private seats as I glance around looking for the rest of the guys as they must have dispersed as we had to the dance floor. I just people watched as I reflected on the days enjoyment with Marla and the all too interesting first night.

Soon after with some questions and banter with Shawn, I had this twinge like wave which overcame me. As I realized the growing distraction of what had been going down was betrayal of the simplest. Marla was nowhere to be seen and neither were the boys that a moment ago filled up the VIP table with their