I turned to look and felt the room shift with me; the decor melting away and the roof of the house tearing off to leave us in a space of red and green mist. Floating in place.
I could still feel the fabric of the leather chair sticking to my skin, threatening to rip the flesh if
I so much as twitched too much. I knew my feet were on the floor, but the sensation akin to pins and needles gave a sensation of floating that I fully gave into as I caught on that I’d once again taken a hit, the smell of this weed now the only thing I could perceive.
