one inhale.
a little cough.
second inhale.
i smile.
her turn.
she inhales.
she lets out small coughs.
its cute.
i want another hit.
i inhale again. and again. and again.
the smoke slithered down my throat like a snake, breaking off in little sections and holding on to all of my organs.
my brain began to expand. i felt my mind spin.
but it wasn't a bad spin, a good spin, like a carnival ride.
and i never want the ride to end.
outside the sky is bluer than it ever appeared to be.
the trees were a green similar to the color of herb now inside my throat.
i am then led into the room and let my soul sink into the bed.
what happens next is for you to use your imagination.
think far.
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