Everyone was asleep but me. The sun, and some powerful margaritas, had drained the energy of the rest of my family, but it was early and I wasn’t yet tired so I figured the only sensible thing to do was to slowly make my way towards the bottom of a bottle of wine.
I crept out to the patio and curled up on a lounge chair, soaking in the solace of the night. The sky was inky black and dotted with stars—a view usually kept hidden by the bright sky of the city. The moon cast just enough light to see. In the distance sprinklers watered the lawn, sounding like a heavy rainstorm that reminded me of an east coast summer shower.
I drained my glass and crept back into the kitchen, which was adjacent to the couch where my brother-in-law was sleeping. The room was dark and I was craving another glass of wine. I felt my way towards the bottle and poured another round. I thought it was a brilliant move when I stuck my finger near the top edge of the glass, so I could feel when to stop pouring. However, I soon realized that this was probably one of the first tricks ever learned by any blind person.
I returned to the patio and sat in silence. Stealing a private moment in the midst of a family vacation and basking in the comfort of having everyone that I love in the rooms around me. It wasn't long before the bottle was empty, and I was asleep.