The bottle...

The bottle is empty. No matter how I look at it, it's empty. I turn it upside down but not one drop is left. Maybe I should have bought two, but I didn't have enough change. I am now half drunk, trying to forget what I can't remember. I wish I had a drinking buddy, but then again, the bottle would have been empty faster. A buddy to remind me I've gone mad.
But it's only a dream.
I wake up in the same metal cot with the same solitary bulb dangling from the ceiling. Locked in my cell, forever.