They crawled through the door,
I aswell.
There was a tunnel.
We walked for what seemed like forever but was probably like 30 seconds,
We were just fried as can be, As always.
Until the tunnel opened up into a room, walls made of wax and floors of heatable coals.
We walked ever so carefully to the center of the room.
There lied what looked like some sort of couch, sitting on the floors in a circle of concrete.
We sat on the object.
Sinking into the cushions as if melting like butter.
We'd never been more comfortable.
I was enjoying my amazing seat and gazing at the beautiful amber colored walls.
"Amazing.."
I whisper in complete awh.
Lost in the trance of complete beauty, I fail to notice dabs leaving the comfort of our new found couch.
I look over to see her inches away from the 10 foot tall walls,
It was like being in the middle of an enormous basically empty ball room,
Her hair being near the same shade of beauty as the walls made her almost invisible.
Not invisible enough, as I could see her tiny pale hand raise from her side as she moved it closer and closer to the wall until,
Her finger tips come in contact, ever so slightly, she rests her palm on the wall.
"thIS IS UNBELIEVABLE"
She shouts.
The words echo
Bouncing from wall to wall.
She starts to make her way back to us, but before she could, The ground beneath rigs and I started to shake, jolting rigs up from his short lived nap.
We all stare in shock as both a large stand with a button, as well as a refrigerated emerge from the concrete.
Dabs makes her way back across the floor, not taking an eye off either of the new found items.
"Should we push it?"
She asks cautiously.
"What?"
I say as I open the fridge and retrieve what looked to be an old style soda bottle. The bottle then replaces itself. popping the top, I hit the button.
"Oops, looks like I did it for you"
Suddenly the floors coals start to heat
The walls shift inwards slowly
"WE ARE GONNA DIE"
Rigs shrieked.
"Shut up, we will do no such thing"
I say, drinking my soda.
"I know what this is now."
The walls proceed until they've reached about a foot in.
"It's a fucking hot box room"
The walls start to melt into the coals.
We inhale deeply.
A grin crosses my face.
This is how we will live.
And that we did.
It turned out the walls continued for miles
Fueling our want to stay.
I sit here
Writing to you as we inhale our last foot of wall.
68 years old
And never happier.
So that
Is what happened to rigs and the children of 1953.
Lost in happiness.
YOU ARE READING
Rigs and the children of 1953
Kısa Hikaye(This is about THC concentrates if unaware) This isn't a very serious story, Obviously. But I wrote it once while high ASF off dabs, because someone said if I write something I could get another fatty dab. That I did That I did I think it's funny
