A Bad Trip, a Flashback, a Friendship

Two girls facing the ocean. Photo by Joshua Sazon on Unsplash

We sat facing each other on a mattress that pancaked on a friend’s bedroom floor, our eyes lit by the energy of wordless communication. Then a void opened behind each of us and we fell backward, as if from a cliff, into a permeable darkness. When light returned, everything had been varnished in glass. We walked outside, and each surface, from the tarmac under our feet to the fence-post to the shingles on the house next door…