#simonsapien

Laughing on the outside, crying on the inside...Maura wasn’t sure why that particular song was ringing in her head, or that she could even hear it above the thumping bass, which honestly felt more like a mini earthquake. The floor was caked with some kind of party grime, the smell of beer and regret already hanging in the air. The house was big, but somehow it still felt so little. Maura felt like she couldn’t breathe, stuck between two chicks making out and some drunken frat bros as she tried to make an exit to somewhere safe. Somewhere she wouldn’t be crushed by the sheer weight of the world. 

Once she was out of there, she looked around for Simon. He promised not to let go, but then disappeared five minutes later into the crowd. From her vantage point, she could see the living room slash dance floor; a mass of writhing bodies, heads bobbing to some terrible EDM. None of those heads looked like her friend’s. Where are you, Simon? 

Maura had to push through some more delirious party goers, following the trail of some...was that weed? Nose now in high alert for that smell, she was on a mission. Now, she wasn’t quite sure where the smell ended and another assault on her sense began, but when she did find him...it was hard for her not be disappointed at him. 

“Really, Simon?”