So, you're not ready to hit the hay, huh?
Instead, you hit the bong.
Inside one of your pillows is your stash.
The bong rumbles as you take a hit, inhaling it all in.
Two hits later, you feel it.
The lightheadedness, the muscles in your body turning into melting clay.
Soon, you start to feel something else too.
H A N D S
They touch you everywhere, leaving you no space to breathe
Maybe there was something in your weed.
Maybe there was something in your head.
Makes you think of a song.ZOMBIE