Hysterics

Hanging on till I feel the scratch in my throat Inching up to be free my body. I feel the laughter asking to be released. Why is it stuck? It feels deceased. I walk outside. I feel the wind. I pet my dog. He starts to grin. I think he might talk. I start to laugh. I can not stop. Can he speak English? He wants to...but I understand him anyway. I laughed so hard I had to run hone to pee. It was the best day I've had you'd see