Flashing lights,
Red solo cups,
Lonely people.
That was all I saw until I began to move my hips on a boy whose name I hadn't bothered to learn.
Then I moved to a bedroom that was a deep blue and was covered with posters.
Brown curls and a pair of pink lips immediately filled my vision as I felt those same lips on my own kissing me passionately.
But I can't seem to remember anything after that.
