Too early..?

I slowly floated up to the ceiling to see better what was going on in my room. The view from up here was much better. I was lying on my bed below with my eyes closed, because of which everything I saw had a very dreamy quality. I was not sure I saw everything, but I felt it. Memories probaly recorded it as seeing. Easier on the mind. Easier to remember later.


Pids was standing at my desk with his back to the bed keeping time on a drink can to Comfortably Numb the song that the music player on my desk was playing. It felt as if the music was coming from far away. It sounded like a symphony, maybe something out of Amadeus, something ethereal, but undoubtedly Comfortably Numb.


I saw a note appear over his shoulder.


Each time he touched the can, a big green note came over his shoulder and broke over me. It broke into thousands of small droplets, each in the shape of a note. I was wading through a river of notes of different colours. There were jungle streams. There was a lush green forest through which these streams were flowing.


I reached a lake.


In the middle of the lake, a man played a guitar standing on a rock. Streams of different colours of notes came out of his guitar. He formed the lake. All these streams that I waded through came from his guitar. He wore bright clothes, a blue and red jacket and had long hair. He wore dark glasses.


I open my eyes. I briefly return to myself - body and soul together. Reality is here again. I can feel the bed underneath me. The ceiling is empty but for the slowly whirring fan.


I close my eyes.


The sun is bright. I am walking through a desert now.


I am thirsty. My throat is parched. My mouth is very dry. In the desert once I saw a bit of paper stuck in thorns. I took it out. It caught fire in a few seconds under a magnifying-glass. We were only using someone's glasses.


I was that thirsty.


I opened my eyes. I took a sip of water. It was water.


Another drag and the thirst is gone. For now.


Pids rolls. He rolls like there is no tomorrow. We always roll the stuff here. We all take turns.


We are in a circle.


Fats is with me at one end. We roll. There are six of us in a circle. The lamp in the corner is the only light. Comfortably Numb is the anthem again. Locks is emptying pre-rolling. We manage the ratios. Fill and roll. Lick twist repeat. We won't start till we are sure we don't need to roll again in the middle. No one knows what the middle is. We are never sure.


A sound tells you there is a light. It has started. It is a sound followed by a smell. Just like you see lightning followed by the sound of thunder.


Peace.


Lightness.


I go up again to get a better view. The 'take-off' my friend calls it. He never takes off. He just stays there.


I can see so much more. I can feel. The wind in a closed room. There is no need to talk. Everyone is in his own private world. Everything is peaceful.


Even the desert that I am walking through.


It can only mean I am really thirsty. I hope there is water around. Having to go out to fetch it would break the spell.


I take a sip. The desert changes I am going through a valley now. More like floating. I am still, the valley turns around with me at the centre to give me views all around. It is beautiful. There are flowers.


We have an exam to write the next morning. Locks had saved two from last time. Not enough but will have to do. Saves us the trouble of rolling.


Maybe we started too early. In a four hour exam, we awoke after the first two.


We both scored B's. More than average for us.


We weren't the first, will definitely not be the last.

Maybe an hour later we'd have had A's.

Maybe we started too early.