A Drug Induced Stupor

The acrid smell of opium Or was it marijuana? Could he tell the difference? He was in a drug-induced stupor One that did not lend itself to know the difference Foreign words wafted amongst the party goers Who seemed to be settling into cuddling mode Choosing partners in slow lazy fashion As if the apocalypse was upon them Maybe it was, he was not sure His eyes had slowly shut when he felt a warm body next to him He did not reach for it, not caring actually A vision of his grandmother appeared in his almost dream state She was smiling an uncomfortable smile of warning Get out of here she said in the voice he had not heard for twelve years He reached forward to take a puff on his bong But it was gone; the warm body was gone too The party goers were gone; or dead. He was not sure which. He opened his eyes briefly. Weirdly, he was in his grandmother’s house. But how? He heard her rousing from the next room. She said something about bacon and eggs. He tried to sit up but a severe headache held him to the bed. A strange exotic taste entered his mouth Whiskey. Now he remembered. He took another swig, trying to relive his dream So he could call his grandmother back He missed everything about her. Every single thing….