I felt an anxiety attack approach, as I was perched on my mushroom. So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope, with my hookah ready to consume.
As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair, I felt the unease dissipate. As a large smoke ring went into the air, all stress seemed to disintegrate.
Lo and behold to my surprise, I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic. What followed him I could not believe my eyes, a girl chasing him, crazed and frantic.
I caught her attention, as the rabbit made a liberating flee. She stopped at the foot of my mushroom, clueless and carefree.
The absolute nerve of this child! I was in a self-medicating fog! She would not be ignored. So I asked her who she was.
She told me she had forgotten, had no notion, but knew who she was prior. It's because her height changed after sipping a potion, causing her shape to expire.
She said I would feel the same, once I escaped my chrysalis. When I get my wings, my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice.
I told her not at all, I knew this for a fact My form will not change my conscience, it will stay intact.
She got boiling mad at my response, I expressed her temper was unnecessary. I went back to smoking with an air of nonchalance, Keeping my demeanor arbitrary.
I used her for my amusement; she recited a poem and butchered it in half. I tried to smoke out her nuisance. blowing passive aggressive rings, with each paragraph.
The visit was cut short when she insulted my size. As I walked away I left her some good advice.
I told her to eat a mushroom to get back to her height. Then I left with a bruised ego, clutching my hookah pipe