The Fire Inside

He hit me. Not hard enough to really hurt me but deliberately and directly to warn me. He threatened me. Drunken rage over something I didn't do. I would never do. My friend transformed hideously by the spell of fire water. This liquid genie with malicious intent took control. It didn't make sense, this was my dear friend, who I'd protect and shelter from any storm. Yet here in the late of a night out he was ready tear me down. In moments like these I become disoriented and after it happened all I could think of to say was, "goodnight".