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Woke up

On a sunny day,

The air itched

And I smelled

The stink of the

Sea miles away.

Wanted to go

Back to sleep

But the inky

Cocoon had

Melted away in

The rays of the

New sun.

I pulled myself

Out of bed

And trudged

Into the kitchen.

After pouring

A cup of coffee

And a tumbler of

Scotch, I slouched

Into one of the

Dining room chairs.

I contemplated if

I should start

With the coffee

Or the scotch.

I reached for

The coffee,

I had a meeting

In five minutes.

Taking the pill

Out of the blister pack,

I looked across

At the full length

Mirror at the end

Of the hall.

I looked like shit.

I lost weight,

Any paler and

I would glow in

The dark; and

My posture was

Long gone. Probably

At the craps table

In Vegas.

I didn't have time

For self pity,

I placed the pill

In my mouth

And took a sip

Of the coffee,

At least that

Tasted good.

Amanda always

Got the good stuff.

I sat back

As my vision blurred

And the mess of

My kitchen faded

Into black, followed

Immediately with

A blank white space

That bled away

Revealing the office.

Why take drugs

When you can

Just take a trip

To the office.

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