His head wouldn’t stop throbbing.
Trying to remember the night before, he wasn’t sure if he had cross words with another bloke or had a love affair with a bottle. Thoughts could barely be pieced together, let alone a string of words to form a sentence. He let out a low gargle to prove to himself that he was still alive.
Still there, but he wasn’t quite sure where “there” exactly was.
That was the next question.
Was he at an amusement park or in his bedroom, maybe a spaceship? Because when he closed his eyes the room would spin. If he looked around the room while they were open it would have the same effect.
He could stare though.
He imagined two eyes staring back at him so he could make it into a contest. That might hold his attention for a few seconds longer to keep him from implementing a personal fluid exit strategy. The plan was working quite well until the eyes grew a nose and a mouth and introduced himself as “Sam the Staring Contest Champion of Inanimate Objects”. That basically meant that he was undefeated because who could stare longer than an inanimate object?
Sam startled him and though he was intimidated, he acted like he didn’t want to participate because he was bored. Terrified was a better word for it. So he tried to stop staring, but when he stopped he got dizzy again. He tried focusing on the ceilings and hoped that they would not grow faces or personalities for that matter.
As he stared he realized the ceilings looked different though. They seemed vaulted, yet he didn’t remember them being so high in the past. Maybe it was the same and he had never stared at them this long before and it became something completely unique in itself. Maybe he was just drunk… and high, but this wasn’t weed.
Weed doesn’t bring inanimate objects to life to compete with you in a staring contest. He was only questioning this idea because he lost the stare-down. Good sportsmanship didn’t run in his family.
He didn't remember narcotics.
He kept staring.
The longer he stared the more it felt like he was falling. Until his concentration was finally broken by a jolt of inner electricity that snapped him back to reality.