I remember a cough.
I had been holding on to the intake from a vaporizer, filling my lungs, and there was a cough.
Silence. No time, no thought, no presence.
The first sensation that returned was touch. I desperately reached for any handhold. I felt the texture of a sofa on my grip. I assumed I was returning to reality.
But there was a beautiful woman in front of me. A sunlit goddess was rubbing my chest, forcing me to wonder if I was back in the world.
“Weed isn’t supposed to kill you, dummy,” she giggled. “Let’s try edibles.”
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