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.