The day of a dollar bill

I woke up this morning not knowing where I was. Everything seem strange and foreign. I am trying to recollect some memories of last night but having a hard time focusing due to the heavy smell.

I clearly remember being in the pocket of a posh tailor made suit that felt incredibly pleasant. We are in the cab it’s raining cats and dogs, the hand keeps coming in and out of the pocket rubbing me against its sweaty skin.

Next thing I know the sweaty hand is passing me through the tiny window and a waive of oriental aroma covers me fully. I am in the box surrounded by unfamiliar smells and loud voices.

After a while I have gotten used to my new environment when suddenly the light breaks in and I see the face of an angel who gently takes me and starts running. I am not sure where we are going but I am certain that I can be in this hand for an endless period of time. I can hear heavy breathing we are in the dark room, she folds me and puts me close to her nose streams of white powder coming through me that feels ticklish.

Simultaneously we are falling down and I loose the grip of the precious hand that have been holding me so gently. I hear the weight of her body dropping on the floor. We are lying in a quiet darkness next to each other. It’s been a while, nothing is happening my mind is wondering what is next?