It's something new, Eddy told me. Something that should make us quite lost. It's always been about us getting lost, escaping the physical world. After we inhale the sweet drug, we lay back.
The hip design of the room floats around us. We find we're both in the same hallucination. It's pretty, floating bubbles popping right in front of our eyes.
Somehow... somehow we become one. We know how the other feels. And it's such pleasure. Waves upon waves, a soft drifting tide. Waves crashing upon Irish surf, foam.
Sometimes the physical world can't escape us. We're intrigued to see the fact that we'd had a one-night stand, but the men have left.