Day CCXLIV

Sunbeams

     I opened my eyes in despair, and saw the walls moving like the sides of a tent in a dessert; the ceiling was spinning; and my sheets felt cold. I turned the TV on, but in those days it had long ago signed off the air, and it just stared back at me in a strange black and white pattern that danced like the walls to music only they could hear. I tried the radio but it kept playing the Beatles, “Number Nine,” and it freaked me out all the more. I thought I was losing my marbles, I prayed, time passed, the sun came up. Sunbeams danced in though the blinds onto the floor, and I saw a whole different world dancing on lightbeams. Morning had arrived, and the first day was over, but I was high for the next three freaking days.

     I gave up, decided to start my day and go to work. I took another shower, and it lasted a long, long while. I found myself contemplating the foam, its colors in the light seemed to be lavender, blue, and white. The bubbles amused me as if I were a kid again, but the water reminded me of the rain in the park, and it comforted me because I knew I was home. At some point I stopped as if I were on some robotic trance, and stepped out of the shower.

     I was able to down some scrambled eggs, and at about nine I was dancing out the door to greet a glorious new day. I was still high, but it was time for me to go to work, make some money, and earn a living. Little did I know how high I was.