[ WP ] Take the taste of a drink and make it the atmosphere of a story .

The champagne bubbled in its glass, a happy froth that mimicked the warm atmosphere within the club room. It made me feel like I had just entered a prestigious club from the cold New York winter night, which had bit and stung at every opening in my coat. Longing for the cheerfulness of the drink, I took it and drank. 
 
 The light feeling of the champagne instantly flowed through me. It was like classical music, maybe Mozart's Turkish March, easing its way through my body. Each little bubble of carbonation felt like a small bump in the beat of the music, punctuating each accent. As I swirled the liquid in my mouth, I felt the light burn of the carbonation in my mouth as well, a light burn that I can only liken to slowly lowering yourself in a hot bath and enjoying the feeling of relaxation that it brings. 
 
 I also taste the sweetness of champagne, a sweetness that reminds me of my ex-girlfriend. It tastes joyful, which may be a strange sensation to describe, but it tastes like happiness while not going all the way to the almost fake, saccharine flavor. The sweetness tastes like the light brown of maple syrup, like nostalgic times in the past when I helped my father with labor on the farm. Times before I came to New York City. 
 
 As I swallow, I feel formal. That may be a weird sensation to feel, but the drinking an expensive drink made me feel like I was in an expensive club surrounded by expensive people and their expensive escorts, which of course certainly made me feel like I was in a professional environment like one of those fancy clubs upstate; certainly not in one of those hazy, smoke filled clubs down in Columbia or my hometown. 
 
 And then the feeling ended. I returned to my present surroundings- A table with a glass and no other presence around. I groaned and poured myself another glass. Gods, I hated Mondays.
