When I closed my eyes, the scent of the wind wafted up towards me. I stood on the porch admiring the the trees as they danced beneath the azure sky. I started to see animal shapes taking form in the clouds. A skinny rabbit chasing after a tiny mouse. A falcon soaring through the air, cutting the horizon in half as it streamed by. A basset hound with a huge grin on its face. The LSD was kicking in. It was a familiar feeling. The tiny hairs on my arms started to rise, an electric surge coursing through my veins. Lisa, I forgot about Lisa. I made my way to the living room which was still adorned with pictures of my ex-wife and daughter and saw Lisa lying on the carpet, her gaze fixed on my dirty ceiling. I waited for awhile before calling out to this pixie of a girl I had just met the night before. An obscure Radiohead song was playing in the background and Lisa looked like she was enjoying her trip. I preferred it outside. The walls were breathing and this made me nauseous. As I made my way to Lisa my stomach started rumbling and I could feel the music inside my head. Expanding. Stretching. Filing the void. I felt like my brain was a ticking bomb about to explode.
"Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?" her question echoing between my ears.
I was in the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet as if it were a demi god I had been praising for what felt like years. I looked at the strange yet attractive girl standing over me. Was she really floating? Her white sundress was glowing. An angel I thought to myself. An angel here to save me from this bad trip. Redeem me from this life of debauchery. A life filled with alcohol, hard drugs, and philandering. The linoleum tiles stared to melt behind her. She helped me get on my feet and we made are way to the couch. I felt better after vomiting. Lighter than air, like all the baggage and burden on my shoulders were flushed down the toilet.
As we sat on the couch I could feel my body becoming one with the upholstery. I was embarrassed. Here I was 38 years of age, midlife crisis at hand being cared for by an adolescent. She could have been my daughter. She took out a small paper bag and started rolling a joint. Her hands were delicate and seemed like she hadn't put in a days work in her life. She put the perfectly rolled spliff between her pink lips. The flame on the lighter was distracting and beautiful. As she exhaled, the smoke lingered in front of us and slowly swayed its way towards the ceiling. She passed me the joint and held my thigh.
"Everything will be okay." she whispered in my ear, kissing me on the cheek.
I took a drag and looked at the sunset through the window. Another day had gone by. The words "everything will be okay" echoed between my ears.
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