Bubbles. Sounds. Lights. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. It shouldn’t be this hot in here should it? How come everything is moving so fast? Everything is spinning, why is it spinning? What is going on here?

Retrace my thoughts. Car. Party. Music. Food. Drinks. What was in those drinks? I only had one. But if I only had one the ceiling shouldn’t be closing in on my should it, and the guy dancing next to me shouldn’t be shrinking with every beat of the bass, should he? Through the crowd, into the bathroom. Quiet. But not for long. Now the voices are back. Why don’t they ever leave me alone? I can feel myself shouting at them, but I can’t hear my voice.

The walls spin. Faster. Faster. Faster. And then there’s only darkness.