The Circus

It was late afternoon when I found myself standing in the middle of a park with four shrooms in my hands; only trees, a jungle gym and swing sets were accompanying me. Around this time, my mind was only centered in one question: should I eat all shrooms or just one? It was an all or nothing matter.

I then decided to sit on a bench and continued to stare at what was in my hands. Ten minutes passed by until I decided to swallow all of them and about another ten for them to start doing their job. At this point, my mouth was getting dry by the second, as I sat in a now dark park. Minutes after, I started hearing birds cawing loudly, the sound of water running through the streets and every corner I looked, was glowing. Everything was so pleasant and soothing that I started thanking myself for ingesting all four shrooms, but it wasn’t until I caught a hiccup, hip, hip that it all changed.

The thing is, it wasn’t a regular hiccup that usually goes away after a minute or two. This hiccup was so much worst. It augmented its speed every now and then, making me nervous to my bones. Was I having an overdose? My heart was so close to stopping and my palms were exaggeratedly wet because of the sweat my body was producing. Then, I stood up and searched for the approximate convenience store, the hiccups weren’t ending therefore I needed a bottle of water immediately. I walked a block down the park to where my memory told me there was a store, but instead of that I walked into a gleaming red and yellow circus. You probably have this question on your mind: a circus? Here? Yes, I swear it was a circus with many aisles of groceries and a clown behind the counter, checking people out.

As I stared dumbfounded at this scene, I noticed I no longer had any saliva in my throat and the hiccups continued to scare me. I got the water bottle and I took it to the checkout corner, next I took out a black card out of my pocket and handed it to the clown. He then took it and he waved it in the air as if he were drawing circles. With each circle he made with the card in hand, he started slowly disintegrating into tiny black pieces, up to the very point where he disappear in front of my bare eyes. The moment that occurred, the black card landed at my feet. I had no idea what was going on and no intention of staying to find out. I immediately ran out of the circus with my water bottle in hand, back to the park.

I sat at the same bench as before and drank the whole bottle. My mouth was no longer dry but the hiccups were still there. What was happening to me and what was up with that circus down the street? I was pretty sure I was dying, definitely dying. So, the succeeding fifteen minutes, I prepared myself to die, those hiccups were not natural and what I had just experienced was too overwhelming. I then laid on the bench and waited, and waited, and waited for my life to be finished. I waited so long, nevertheless, death was not coming for me and the hiccups were not moving anywhere. I thought to myself then, that perhaps it would only be a few minutes more for my existence to cease, but minutes passed by, then hours and consequently the day, until I came to notice that I continued lying on a bench, along with a huge headache and no circus to be found.