Everything was in slow motion. I was sitting on a rock and looking at the sky, trying to hold on to my senses. The waves which were crashing only a few minutes back, slowed down somehow; like the sea and the sand made peace at last. A numbness greeted me without warning, climbing upwards like a creeper. All I could really feel was the sole of my shoes and the tingling in my head. I looked at the sky again. The moon was moving, the clouds stood still. It didn't seem like an absurd thought a the moment. I tried to jerk back to my senses, only to feel like a fool imagining these things. I tried to regain the consciousness that was being stolen from me with such ease. The moon was still moving, I had to hold it still to realize that the clouds were moving, not the moon. Stark intoxication.
The ride home was bravery, a blur. A line of lights flashed from three different angles. I couldn't find my way. I was either several minutes ahead of time or lagging behind. I couldn't name the street. I couldn't name the place. It seemed like the longest ride, it felt like it lasted five seconds. My mouth felt like parchment, I wanted a cigarette. Not a great idea. Instead, I tried to focus hard to make my hair. It was incredible to be able to walk straight at all.
It felt like a motion picture. The unimportant was a clear blur, in the background, unworthy of notice. I was there but I really wasn't. I would drawl, I had to strain to let it make sense to me. Nothing like anything I have ever felt before. Nothing that I'd want to become my state of 'normal' ..
Ever heard of a hangover? Well, this wasn't that. Even after 12 hours it clings to me like a leech, refusing to let go.
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