The sky lowers the twilight of a late summer evening. Glass in hand I am standing by a pond in the garden where the party is held. I am surrounded by small groups of people in lively conversation. My head is tilted far back; my eyes are watching the stars. Slowly losing my balance and falling into the pond, I am ready to be submerged. The water proves only inches deep. The muddy bottom holds parasites biting the map of stars into my skin, sucking the life out.