And Then She Left....

All the nice and bad things, happen at night. That's a law. I don't know the cause, and I'm not interested in finding it.
It was on of those cold nights of February. We were in a bar drinking and talking for hours. The atmosphere was heavy like something will happen and I felt it! We exchanged some bad words and then she left. I ran after her but all that I could see, was the closing door of the taxi. Then I went back in. the bartender asked if everything was alright, and I lied mentioning that everything was good. Of course it wasn't.
Went back home on foot to think. Drunk a couple of drinks there and a pile of cigarettes. A record was playing on turntable and her perfume was all over the place.... Great! I fell asleep on the couch and dreamt about her. It was so nice, but then realized she wasn't there.
Hours were passing like minutes, till the moment I heard the keys in the door. She came back, for real!
The next night found us in the bar, drinking, and it wasn't a dream!