Go back? Yeah, right. I drain the first bag, good bad girl that I am. This is the best. Liberty. Got energy to burn. Wow, for a flea-bitten motel, they sure keep this place hot.
Walking. Following my nose. This part of the city is new to me. There’s lovely red tint to the night sky, over these strange alleys. The full moon is a bloodshot eye, while those ruby swirls must be distant galaxies. All those red giants up there - funny, hadn’t noticed them before.
Which birds sing at night? Red-breasted, red-crested, red-throated?
I’m the fire who burns down the street, lighting my own path, and finding a sensible use for oxygen.
The sudden loss of energy is crippling. My joints ache. Making it to the motel before dawn is far from certain. I collapse on the bed, shivering. Utterly drained.
I open my eyes at sundown, intensely irritated, skin tingling, a single thought in my mind. My trembling hands rip open a fresh bag and swallow the contents. Suffused with warmth, I’m so full of energy…