Somewhere Over the Rainbow

The wine glass in my hand had suddenly become empty again. I absently reached for the bottle next to me to refill my glass that I knew would be empty again. I couldn’t even recall if the glass that I had previously finished had been filled with a red or a white. I tipped the large bottle that was nearing its bitter end into my glass, my vision finally coming back into focus. Red. I held the glass to my lips and held it there, allowing my vision to become hazy once again.
There was no reason to snap back into focus anymore. Or at least no reason that mattered or could not wait until tomorrow. That was my justification for every glass I drank, every day I never left the house, every phone call I never answered.