[ WP ] As you apply deodorant , you feel a burning sensation in your armpits .

It's nearing four in the morning and the lights are getting less. 
 
 *Getting less*? Haha. Growing more infrequent. I'm very eloquent actually. 
 
 Clubs, and everything else for that matter, are shutting down and the lighting really is getting more sparse. In a way, that makes each individual one stand out more. As if a rainbow was shattered like glass, and the pieces scattered across an otherwise pitch black backdrop of a city. 
 
 *That escalated quickly*. For real though. 
 
 Each individual fragment is glowing with a luminescence beyond any reasonable wattage. The radiance from each light is spanning across the dark street, connecting with the next beacon, together forming a comforting blanket constellation. My eyes slowly droop till they're fully shut, yet I can still see through my eyelids. It's not a picture of the scene imprinted in my head, I can literally see through the eyelids. Like, shit is changing around, people are walking and all that. 
 
 I open my eyes again, I think, and I'm at the corner. 
 
 `` Hey'' I calmly declare, smiling at the pretty girl. 
 
 I mean I think she's pretty. She's definitely a girl. Pretty sure she's pretty. 
 
 I do n't know what exactly she replied with or how I ended up in this conversation. 
 
 `` Wan na go for a walk?'' I start walking without waiting for the response. *Strong*. She obliges and next thing I know we're sitting at a bus stop talking about life. She's looking after her mum. *That's fucking cool man she's like so mature for her age*. Some dude was hitting on her inside the club but she is n't into one night stands. 
 
 `` I feel ya, I've always been a hopeless romantic honestly. Even when I was like sixteen I'd buy my girlfriend two-week anniversary presents and put a bunch of thought into them.'' I do n't think I'm making this up. I hope I'm not. *I can remember doing this right*? 
 
 `` Aww, haha: ) what did u get?'' she chuckled. She did n't say a smiley face, but I can see it as though she had sent me a text message. That's what it would be if her speech was a text message. 
 
 `` Well I wanted it to be special, and at the time she was really obsessed with this MTV show.'' I paused. 
 
 `` So I got her pregnant and left.'' 
 
 She laughed! That's a cool outcome. Some people do n't get that I'm joking. Others do n't get the joke. Others still just do n't think it's funny. I binked off the much-preferred fourth option. *This girl likes me*. 
 
 `` It's late, I'll drive you home'' I offer, with nothing but good intentions. It's kind of insane for her to agree for a plethora of reasons. She can tell that I'm genuinely trying to be nice though so she accepts the ride. Well, I possess the knowledge that I'm genuinely trying to be nice, and it seems likely that that's the reason she accepts. 
 
 We're making out on her bed. I touch her. We melt into each other. It's a sweet metaphor, but I'm experiencing it in a much more literal sense. My eyes shut for periods, then jolt open again. Each time something else is happening, and I'm not sure which of it is through transparent eyelids and which of it she is also experiencing. I'm having a really good time. 
 
 The bleak dawn light intrudes over my face, forcing my eyes to peer open. Wandering smoke stings my eyes - startling I'm sure, were I not far too sedated for any abruptness. Though barely distinguishable from the dull morning mist, I trace the stale smoke back to a cigarette resting on my fingers, somehow fixed in place despite no exertion in my grip. I contemplate whether to take a drag, but do so for far too long. By the time I bring the stained filter to my lips there is little cigarette remaining to be consumed. I discard the butt lazily, watching it bounce off my jeans, trickling ash over my leg, before landing like so many before it in a pack-a-day mound at my feet. 
 
 I summon the wherewithal to stumble back in the house before the neighbors wake up. I strip off, exposing my blotchy, sweating flesh. I sit down in the shower and immerse myself in a steamy stream of water. It offers little compared to my star-spangled blanket of effervescent bliss from the night before. I cast my mind back feverishly to what I had but hours ago. I think of the girl. She was lovely and pretty. At least I'm pretty sure she was pretty. 
 
 Stepping out of the shower I reach for the deodorant. As I apply it, I feel a burning sensation in my armpits, sinking down to the pit of my stomach. The pleasant smell from the perfume betrays my disposition. I wish I was clean.
