4:24am
It is 4:24am. I sit on my white porcelain throne surrounded by my people. My crown is on my head and my goblet rests in my right hand. As i stand to address them, I look down on my people. they are small. too small. As my eyes focus i realise that this is not my kingdom. I am perched on the toilet lid surrounded by cosmetic products. there is a bottle of vodka in my hand. My crown is made of toilet paper and lies. I do not know how i got here.















