Everything was so foggy. I couldn’t see past the white smoke that covered me. I could hear the others though, chuckling as they smothered themselves into the opaque fog. I was lifted, not caring about home or school or work, just feeling the white smoke fro everyone and let it grab me kiss me all over.
“Dude. What time is it?” yelled my best friend as he popped my high bubble. In fact, he ruined everybody’s night by speaking up.
“Rick buddy,” coughed my friend Derek “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Where do you think?” Ricky shimmed from the grasp of a random stranger that he was so eagerly waiting to break free from. She whined in response. “Home. Ecila C’mon your mother will be frightened.”