We were to sleep on a thin mattress in the living room of the one bedroom flat. Thin net curtains dimmed the last rays of the sun.
‘When you start to feel something, then jump up and down. It will be good for the full effect,’ said the dealer.
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I lay to the left of Siobhan and closed my eyes.
It was in the middle of the night that I felt the drugs begin to kick in.
I drew my knees up to my chest and began to stand.
‘It’s started!’ I cried out. Then I got to my feet.
The bedclothes fell away behind me. I tried to jump. My knees gave way. I tried again. But I couldn’t stand. Then on my knees this time, I jumped again.
‘I’m feeling it!’ I cried out again. ‘Feeling it.’
My arms tingled. Maybe my brain too.
‘What you doing?’ Siobhan cried out.
‘Didn’t you take your drugs?’ she yelled.
I bounced on my knees again.
The softness of the mattress reminded me of home, not that of a thin mattress in somebody’s house.
‘No!’ I woke up. ‘Oh!’
Then I lay back down, and stretched my legs towards the bottom of the bed. And closed my eyes.
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