Sometimes I can hold my trip still. Not letting it ride over, not letting it slip away. I balance my trip on a certain plane. Between Level X and Level Y. And those are the times when I keep awake. Awake for the chewing gum nights.
And in one of those nights - I've found you. Curled like a forgotten necklace.
"You mean to say I am lying?"
"Exactly so. I woke up at 4. I woke up at 5. I woke up at 6. And there, Mr. You - snoring away peacefully. Not a stir. All that shit about holding your trip and bla bla bla."
"You woke-up?" I asked. "You opened your eyes and saw me?”
“Yeah. I did."
Now the truth-finder points at you. “Did you open your eyes for me?”
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