Overdose

What I write the morning after accidentally taking one too many pain killers.

I close my eyes and feel the rocking of waves. The voices around me whisper lightly in unison and the air bears down on me,stagnant and thick with dust and depression. The room is spinning and the bed is rolling the windows are rattling and the desk is floating. My mind's eye is pierced through with a golden rod, and the woman on the ceiling hides her face while laughing at me. The world is changing while I stay as I am. Is this good is this bad is this alright then? Oceans well up and lands split apart, the people here grow dimmer and their flames fizzle out. For a month things proceeded like this until the bed dropped and I was free from the guide. For a moment I could stay still while things kept of moving in erratic patterns. I think I'll be fine now. I think it'll be okay for now. I think all is well now, for now.