Enjoy while it lasts
As John woke up, puffed his breath, he found himself completely bare in a bizarre misty world. Without knowing what is going on, he felt that everything seemed odd. He did not recall how he got here and his surroundings. Upon smelling the scent, something went wrong, felt drowsy, as if he was engulfed with marijuana or any kind of hallucinogen. Afterwards, he became unconscious.
Everything is not real
Regaining his consciousness, he found himself almost the same area, but instead, lying on the bed, covering himself with a silky white sheet. At that moment, he saw a man and a woman entered the room. His vision became blurry due to the thickness of the mist. Hearing their familiar voices, he called his wife's name but then, he couldn’t utter another word. The couple looked at him as he slowly shut his eyes. Before he shut his eyes, he heard a conversation between them:
‘John!’
‘Don’t worry about him; I can take care of this.’
That’s for drinking too much alcohol
As he once again woke up, he was now in the white room. No mist or any kind of smoke lingered around the room. Soon, he stood up, felt no pain in his head and the neck. Going to the mirror near the bathroom, he saw his image. For awhile, a voice spoke from behind, threw him some clothes:
“Put some clothes, John or somebody sees you.”
Without turning around, he knew the voice, smirked and replied. “How would I wear it if someone here sees me putting it on? Do you have a crush on me?”
As someone left the room, he immediately put it on, freshened up. Later, he remembered himself in the early days as he took a glance in the mirror, felt nostalgic. Afterwards, he left the room, feeling younger, he went to the living room, saw his wife and another man, making out. He was stunned.
“There are some things that do not need an explanation.” He muttered, trying to control his temper.
Few minutes later, the couple look at him, froze. He stared at them gravely, smirked as he tried to hide his anger. The woman stood up, left them behind.
“Paul!” He called, approached him furiously and pulled his shirt up. “What is the meaning of this?!”
Paul, looked at him directly, calmly answered him. “The kissing? Your dear wife temp–”
“Temptation?!” He finally lost his temper, pushed his friend to the wall “Temptation, huh? Why didn’t you control it?”
“She said ‘I love you’ to me then…”
“Then what?!”
Paul cleared his throat, took his hands off his blouse, explained. “She pushed me to the couch, forcibly kissed me... Of course, I resisted, yet, she –”
“Such Excuses!” John exclaimed, pushed him to the side, and stormed out to look for her wife. “I’ll get her and explain to me the entire details!”
Before he reached to the door, Paul pulled him back in, pushed him to the wall. John tried to punch him, yet he was able to hold it. Something isn’t anymore right. He knew that this was happening, right in front of his dear friend.
“What the heck is wrong with you, Macca?! Are you into drugs?!” He asked, unavoidably mentioned it with profanity.
Tension grew. He became anxious of the situation. Paul smiled differently, seemed that he had some other plans in mind.
“Oh great.” John asked as he was slowly unbuttoning his coat. “Have you eaten something?!”
He pushed him away, yet, did not budge. He began to search some object nearby to knock him out, yet, he didn’t find any.
“What is wrong, Johnny?” Paul asked in a different tone while he unbuttoned his blouse. “Getting away with it?”
“Damn.” He sighed, finally decided. “Sorry Paul, but I have to do this.”
John immediately head bashed him. As his friend fell to the floor unconscious, he felt wobbly. Blood came out of his head. Before leaving the area, he mentioned to him, holding the door knob:
“You’ve freaked me out and I have to go now.”
As he shut the door, he found the others in the studio, completely exhausted while leaning on the door.
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