Creative Thinking: Time to get it

I got a severe cough, a terribly sore throat, and an incredibly uncomfortable high fever, in others words THE FLU. As I lay here HIGH off the combination of Buckley’s and Cannabis Sativa, each passing minute feels more like an eternity. I begin to realize this must be what the urban musical genius Weezy F must have felt like when he recorded the infamous track “I feel like dying.” With my thoughts all jumbled while listening to The Dream’s uniquely distinctive sounds my mind slowly begins to drift:

I’m getting higher and higher, farther and farther away. I’m now in and out reality, half awake, half asleep. My eyes begin to close almost like I’m losing complete control. When my eyes eventually shut I witness a flash to the past, a distinct collection of all my failed POTENTIAL. My eyelids quickly rise but I have no time to catch myself, the BUZZ off the meds and hydro drift me back, force my eyelids to seal for the second time. I see a flash of my present, my current destination in life’s erratic ride. I unbolt my eyes for the last time, inhale deeply before the dark force grasps me once again. My eyes squeeze tight. This time I see a flash to nothing, nothing but a modern rich mahogany wooden desk. When I look closer at the desk I see a shiny golden plate with my name luxuriously engraved in the centre and beside that lays a distinct pair of lavish keys designed only for a MAYBACH.

I wake up with a smile and know what time it is...