29 minutes

10.52 pm
I cannot feel my face.
It feels good.
Not to feel.
11.01 pm
Some people are talking.
They sit next to me.
Occasionally, they laugh.
I grin.
11.07pm
Phone rings.
Nobody picks it up.
11.13 pm
Now they smoke.
Smoking and talking.
Experimental music from myspace.
11.21 pm
Happiness is a chemical.
Bread.
Juice. Feels like Sunday morning.
Now she is the only one talking.
About yogurt?
Caramel.
I need water.
Upstairs, my bed.
Clothes on floor.
Pharmaceuticals.
Lights out.