Fidget & Gurn
It's 2am. Molly and her friends keep treading on your toes as they push past you on the sticky floor.
Blue Bass Shoes
Arches blackness. Foot shuffle. Bass wind. T-shirt rattle. Lights. Cloakroom. iPod. Automatic. Home.
Wrap me up in cotton wool. A few more hours and I'll be asleep.
Lonely headphones in a comfortable armchair. No rush, no fuss.