Hangover

A dreaming man in the state of REM sees the dream as a reality rivers of thoughts like sparkling gems reveling in his new found sanity. hours ago, a dozen empty bottles deafening music and cheesy sizzles gagging from second hand smoke rhetorical nagging, senseless jokes laser lights blinding, dancing to tune a guy signing, sounding like a croak who was better off in the heat of the dunes Staggering dizzily up steep stairs without acrobatic skills of balance and grace like in a masquerade with ladies all fair behind his mask, the unseen face drooling and smelling of alcohol like in a trance at this dream ball as dim lights lead to his abode soft music playing in shuffle mode eager for that soft fluffy pillow to unburden all of the days load into this dreamy soft silo Rumbling snores fill the bunk like thunder after the blinding bolt deep into the sea of linen he is sunk impervious even from a jarring jolt closed eyes start to move and spin like in a search that is to begin falling , falling into deeper slumber into a world far, far beyond yonder played out by his own memories a scene of a goose and a gander replaying happy childhood stories Splattering water drops in constant dripping from a leaky rusty faucet old china strewn in the sink, smelling like a stale stiff baguette while a cockroach enjoys the rich dinner laid out in a gold rimmed platter unmindful of the thundering snores that sends minute tremors down the floor munching, licking, chewing, gnawing… eating his fill till he can eat no more while others continue their wild feasting As light beams transform dark to day cutting through mists, reflecting in dew heralded by songs of love birds at play as the sweet smell of neighbors hot brew sings along from a whistling pot a morning harmony he never forgot as he struggles up from bed ringing in his ears, knocking in his head dizzily dragging himself to the mirror staring at eyes of blood shot red as he strains to reach his trusted razor. His hangover lasted for 3 hours to the dot couldn’t get to work, so sheepishly he just sat his job hanging from a thin thread and a nagging that he hears in his head round and round he swirls the stirrer of the hot coffee and a piece of bread he gingerly asked from his good old neighbor.