He sits there in the corner of his room. The walls red, to match the colour of his mind. His eyes follow suit.
He holds his refuge between his fingers. He takes it in, his breath deep as the ocean, not a smidgen of space in his lungs. He holds it in, lets it penetrate through his blood, run through his veins. Lets every cell in his body feel it.
Then, just like that, he lets it out. A cloud of smoke engulfs him. On every cloud, he floats higher and higher.
His mind changes colour. His eyes forget to follow suit...
