Where Did the Party Go? by James D. Irwin

The party didn't go anywhere. The party ever ends, it never moves. We just change places, spinning and spinning like a carnival carousel until you get thrown off. Sometimes you jump back on, sometimes you don’t want to. I don’t think I want to. My heart isn't in it any more. I'm tired. I'm tired of the games and the riddles and the threats. I'm tired of teapots. I'm tired of being suppressed. I'm tired of being tired. I’ll sleep when I'm dead, and I’ll be dead when I sleep. I'm changing places one last time.