Patterns – 100 words

The patterns of music elude me. I listen hard but fail to perceive or understand how music works. I know I’m drunk but my brain has never been this useless. People are dancing at right angles to each other. Up and down have lost their meaning and purpose.

I do an inventory of previous drug experiences and find nothing that matches this. Then I realize that my brain is functioning. I can think and reason. It’s my senses that have broken down.

I try to alert my friends. I can’t move. Someone shouts in my face. It all goes dark.

Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.