after the party

“After the party on the way home” “Pull over!” she suddenly shouted, still in a party mood and definitely not ready to let the night end. Her laughter was infectious as she asked her companion to bring the car to a halt at the edge of a golden wheat field. The music played on in her head, and the moon hanging over the fields was like an invitation to enjoy life a little longer.

“Pull over!” she suddenly shouted, still in a party mood and definitely not ready to let the night end. Her laughter was infectious as she asked her companion to bring the car to a halt at the edge of a golden wheat field. The music played on in her head, and the moon hanging over the fields was like an invitation to enjoy life a little longer.

Without hesitation, she jumped out of the car, the champagne bottle firmly in her hand. She ran into the field, the wheat stalks brushing against her legs as she danced through the grass like a wild child. “Come on!” she called to him, but he stayed in the car, just watching her with a smile.

She paused for a moment, looked back over her shoulder at him, then reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head with a cheeky grin. The cool breeze on her bare skin felt perfect. With a laugh, she lifted the bottle and let the sparkling liquid run down her shoulders and neck. The sparkling wine ran down her body like glistening drops as she swayed in the wheat, exuberant and free, as if the world had been created just for this one moment.

Her laughter filled the night as she continued to dance, carefree, playful, as if no one could see her. But the thought that perhaps somewhere a hunter or a curious wanderer was watching hidden in the darkness made her heart beat a little faster. The possibility of a secret observer lent an air of danger to the situation, but it only added to her fun.