“To go to a bedroom would have been a conscious decision.”
Quoting the words of Claire Malcom
In her favorite novel by Zadie Smith
Sitting on the edge of her bed,
Reflecting on last night
Trying to hide her mischievous smile
With flashbacks on her mind
She was searching within her soul
Manipulating her mind into believing
That she was inebriated
She had mastered the art of believing
In her own lies
From the depth of her heart
She knew her answers
A roll in the hay; “I was conscious.”