At the countdown, I was in my Thomas's arms, smiling up into his sweet face. Nothing else mattered. I kissed my husband and hugged my friends. More loud music. Another round of drinks. Camera flashes. Laughter. A deliciously spinning room. I know how to navigate my way through this sort of madness.
Flashes of images and disjointed phrases comprise the remainder of my memory for the night. The sun came up before I went down for the count.
In the haze of the next morning, I only had one resolution. Find my camera.
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