My eye lids felt as if they were laden with ten tonne weights and trying to open them seemed too much of an effort so I left them closed and enjoyed the heavy,comfortable feel of my body,the complete lack of pain.
I'd always been unrepentantly lazy,so why change now?
My head was woozy and thick,as if I were drugged,but that felt good too.
If this is what being high is like then maybe I should try it.
Shouldn't I be in pain though?
Was I remembering correctly or did we not almost get eaten by evil birds but were then saved by cute unicorn looking,two butted cats?
Maybe I should try harder to dislodge those ten tonne weights after all.
I opened my palms and stretched my fingers.It was like pushing through mud,though I felt nothing at my fingertips.
Maybe this high thing isn't all it
