Intoxicated

Mr Ambrose

Mr Ambrose

My mind swayed as the alcohol began to kick in, working its nefarious ways into my brain. I felt light, as if I was not in a ship but inside the ocean itself, where I did not have any weight. My nonexistent emotions were heightened and it felt like a part of my brain had vanished.

Damnation! Was it why I was feeling light?

I didn't know. I had little idea of what was happening around me. And even littler idea-

Was littler even a word?

Who cares! I was an…an...entrepepper! I should be inventing new things!

And what was I saying? I seemed to forgetting very often. Ah, yes… Even littler knowledge of why I am doing what I am doing.

I inhaled the sweet, familiar scent of something intoxicating…even more intoxicating than alcohol perhaps? I dug my head deeper into the canopy of the dark forests I was in, holding on to the only thing that felt like home, right now.

It felt peaceful even with the thousands of thoughts running through my mind at a speed of three thousand per second. I felt the calculations might be wrong but nevertheless it made it impossible to catch one, let alone analyze. My thoughts passed only for a time that I could feel, and the feeling was the only thing etched in my mind and carved on my body.

I felt soft hands on my neck, caressing it in a careless manner that made my insides twist. Can alcohol do that to you? I might have to do some researching to do when I feel adecob-adequel- adequate again. What had happened to my inner speech?

I felt those soft, small hand move from my neck moving upward slowly onto my hair, the thumbs on my face while fingers dug in my hair. It was indeed, very comforting. A feeling I was not ready to get rid of. My head was slowly lifted with the weight of those small hands and instantly I came in contact with brown depths of hues, with life swirling inside them. I had an urge to twitch my lips into a smile.

Her hand caressed my hair as she looked at me with a small smile of her own. I did not, in the slightest, know what was she doing that for. My eyebrows scrunched together infinitesimally.

‘The music has ended Mr Ambrose.’ Her smile grew a little wider and I felt my heart twist. I looked around to see that we were the only one on the floor, with her tightly clutched in my arms. ‘We need to get out. Come here.’ She said as she tugged on my hand, attempting to us out. I did not resist. I was far more busy looking at her to do that.

She looked so…ethereal. She looked like life itself, so full of energy and light. Was this real? I had trouble wrapping my head around it. I got an electrifying sensation every time she touched me, every time she was around me and due to my heightened senses I could not help but feel everything up close.

So what is the point in holding back? Why not just embrace everything for once and live as if you were to die tomorrow?

For the first time, I felt myself inclining towards the voice. I felt a need to bury my inhibitions and my principles and give in the feeling. I felt that I should stop fighting the alcohol kicking and let it take control.

I felt a rush in my body as the thought settled and etched itself there. Holding her hand tighter, now as we were already outside the ball, I walked faster to stand beside her.

A shiver of thrill ran down my spine as adreloo-adreleline-adrenaline rushed through my veins. I looked around as the cool air hit my face, my eyes met with the gleaming ocean. The expanse of the sea blue ocean stood magnificently spreading its glory. I wanted to touch it, feel it, live it.