The walls are pulsating to Pink Floyd"s "Breathe" the white wall isn"t white anymore and I can"t tell if it"s moving or if the red yellow and blue plaid painted across it is moving. I need a cigarette. Out on the balcony I sit with my back against the glass door cold against my back. It"s the middle of October but I"m too hot to put my sweater back on, in fact I"d rather be naked. I can"t believe I ran down Hoover with my shoes in my hands staring at my feet wondering if they belonged to me. Of course they belong to me but they don"t look like my feet. "Hey," I ask the guy sitting on the air conditioner, "Are these my feet?" His eyes widened to the size of baseballs "uh, yeah, as far as I know," he smiles, he knows. Good, I was worried. There"s a little patch of grass down under that red Probe, or is it coolant, or is it there? "Hey," he"s chuckling, he"s entertained by me at least "is that grass?" "Um, well, I think so, why, does it matter?" Of course it matters I "need to know because "

I jumped up and floated back into the apartment. Was I just talking to that guy on my balcony? Who is that? Oh ya. Hmm. The air in here is so squishy I have to move it away with my hands so I can walk to the couch. Ahh. Hey who turned off the lights? Oh. They"re on.

"I can"t believe you two went to a football game like this," someone else said, I don"t know which one of them though, I wasn"t paying attention. "I know, me either." I stopped watching the game when I noticed that the ground was oscillating but my feet weren"t, and they were on the ground. I think. "When we scored a touchdown, and everyone stood up it was like I was like I was one little crayon getting tossed into a big 76 pack of crayons complete with the crayon sharpenerwhy are you looking at me like that?" "Haha, sorry kid, I just wish I was you right now, hahaha."

Hey my roommate"s home "Why is it so dark in here, turn on some lights haha, where is she?" I heard her say. "In bed, we can"t get her out." Someone else"s voice replied. I"m supposed to drive my friend to his car, HA that"s a funny joke, I like it here in my bed of blue marshmallow fluff, oops can"t eat the pillow, can"t eat the pillow "Hello!" "Hey you have to get out of bed!" I do not, and stop pulling my arms they"ll fall off and I don"t have anything to sew them back on with dammit. "Hey can you take him back to his car, I seem to be a bit incapacitated!" More laughter. "Sure no problem." Is it really that funny that I am in my cocoon and I don"t wish to come OUT!? Cocoons are very comfortable, I spun it myself. When? I don"t remember. How? You know but "why does it smell funny in here?" "What?" "It smells like pink and tastes like purple, that"s NOT RIGHT. It should definitely smell what it tastes like and taste what it smells like." Did I say that out loud?

They"re out there talking about how I have to go somewhere, but I don"t want to, they think they can get me out of my cocoon! HA! Evil evil evil!! "OK, I"m coming." Dammit. My roommate"s gone, where did she go? Oh ya to take him back to his car. Must put shoes on feet water? Check. Sweater? Check. Polar bear? Check. POLAR BEAR? What? No. Oh look, a couch. "Wait no! No no don"t let her " Ahh couch. No, you can"t make me get up nooooooooo. Damn.

Walking through the leaves is fun, they"re really bright, "are these really bright to you?" Is no one listening to me? Ooo they"re soft, "NAP TIME!" "You can"t lay down there!" "But the leaves are comfy!" "Yes, but you"re in the middle of the road you don"t want to lay there hahaha." Damn sober people always tellin" me what I can and can"t do, I CAN lay down here if I choose to!

"I would like to fly." How come whenever I say something, they get that nervous look on their face, I oughtta steal that face away so they can"t use it anymore it makes me mad. "Um, dear, I don"t think you can fly right now, even if you think you can." I can too! "It"s ok, many things do not fly, rocks, sticks, trees, SPIKE." Haha, "The Land Before Time," what a great movie. "Are we there yet?" Where are we going? "We"re going to my apartment." Good.

I proceed to lay face down on the carpet and watch each little carpet hair. I don"t know why, they"re kind of dancing a little no wait, they stopped. Besides, it"s less confusing than looking up at the television when the picture keeps falling out and landing on the table. Hey that table looks good, ooo but the candle looks better. "I just want to eat everything!" "No you can"t eat that it wouldn"t taste good." Sure it would, it would taste like hey wait a minute, there"s tears on my face. Where did that come from? "Honey what"s wrong?" Nothing. "Nothing. Why?" "You"re crying." Am not. "Am not!" Wait yes I am.