Bubbly

The cork popped and the pale golden fluid was poured into the curvy, shiny-till-you-can-see-your reflection glasses. Her gaze was irresistibly pulled towards them and it found that one little bubble, fighting and pushing its way upwards through many of its kind, determined as ever to be one of the first to reach the surface, whereupon it broke, like taking a breath of fresh air. That was perhaps what all of its 1 second of existence was about. As she sipped the traditionally celebratory drink and appreciated its sweetness on her tongue, she began to wonder if that which had gotten her heart jumping all over excitedly is really what she wants.