The Right High

Photo by Ruan Carlos on Unsplash

I stared at the piece of paper I held in my hands. My lip was starting to hurt from worrying at it with my teeth, but I couldn’t help myself. I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes flutter shut. Then I abruptly ripped them open, as if to check whether the paper had suddenly disappeared.

With the recent events in my life so far, I really wouldn’t have been surprised.