until I conquer Jose

I feel myself smiling.

This is nice.

Everything is warm… dreamy… almost fuzzy.

 

Wait.

Ouch.

Something hit my head.

 

No blood.

That’s funny.

I could’ve sworn something smacked my skull.

 

Must be the noise.

Why is everyone shouting in my ear?

Stop! I shouted.

Laughter.

 

Why is everyone laughing?

Why do I feel like I’m floating, with my arms outstretched, like a bird that’s about to fly?

Now, this doesn’t feel nice.

 

“Is she okay?”

“What happened?”

“She locked herself in the restroom for almost an hour!”

 

Wow. Really?

Who are we talking about?

I turned my head to see the face behind the voice.

 

Whoa!

Why does Mike have three heads?

Or is that Christian?

 

Something’s really wrong here.

Everything feels queasy now.

I tried to tell my friend, whose face, I suddenly realized, is severely squashed to my cheek.

What the…?

 

“Hello? What’s happening?”

Again, laughter all around.

“What in f*cking hell is funny?”

 

Was that me talking?

Why does my voice sound like a slow-motion drone from an old recording?

Disgruntled. Incomprehensible.

 

Suddenly, a chorus of disgust.

“EEWWW!”

 

My stomach feels creepy.

My mouth tastes sour.

 

I feel myself smiling.

This is inexplicably funny.

HAHAHA!

 

Wow. It’s cold.

Is it raining?

 

Somebody is stroking my hair.

Now that feels nice.

Reassuring. Calming.

 

It feels warm again.

This is how it must feel like in a cocoon.