It's such a hard life. I am more than just a bottle you know. I have purpose but I am trapped in this void of nothingness. Glass ceilings have never been more real.
Daylight gives me hope as I can see the transparent world in action around me. I love the sun shining through me. It feels so warm and soothing. I am a beautiful vessel. The dark of night is brutal, though. I yearn for the reflective power of just a bit of light. It's exciting when someone has to turn on a light to get to the headache medicine during the night. Ha! Serves them right. They shouldn't have emptied me so quickly and put me in this state.
I call out to them to release me. They ignore me. WAIT! Something is happening. I'm being approached. Oh, oh, MY! This is wonderful. I have been turned upright. Thank you so much. I can live again.
Wait. WHERE are you taking me?
Sheesh. Talking bottles. What next? Thank goodness the recycle bin goes out tonight.
There are others out there bumping into things because of empty bottles.