Cannabis

Red angry spider webs hugged the white of his eyes. The brown sand dunes laced a darker sexual brown. They glazed evenly in a giddy gloss. His eyelashes hung low, shading his cheeks. Eyelids lazy-lulled, making him look ’laxed.

A dopey grin plastered to his lips, piercing swing side to side. He pushed his fingers through his brown curls that swirled in a light purple. His hand was moving slowly as if he questioned his own mobility.

He laughed a short laugh, his dopey smile lacing further up his heated cheeks. You could see the many thoughts playing tag inside his head, just trying to catch one. “Baby.” He breathed. “I’m so high.”