I'd like to stay and try my first champagne.

I took a  while to decide whether to write this like a script or not.
It ended up seeming like a bad idea.
Do I have a things with prolonged metaphors?

I feel like I'm sitting here with a full glass of wine. I've never tasted it before. My glass is literally brimming, that I can hardly lift it without spilling. The kid next to me has a glass that is empty. Completely dried up. There is nothing left. And well, I have too much and I'd very much like to share. To help refill, to put something there in that gaping emptiness. I don't know what it's like to have an empty glass because I've never tasted wine, but looking at it makes me sad. But you won't get anything back, you say. Yes I will, I say. I'll get to taste the wine.
After all, I am sixteen going on seventeen.