"You're a cat," I proclaimed confidently between giggles. You weren't actually a cat but the way you stretched, eyes mostly closed, hands clawing slowly at the wall was absolutely feline. Earlier we'd indulged in a luxurious dinner and some of my father's garage made whisky around a bonfire in my backyard. When the fire died down and we retired to my basement cave I offhandedly mentioned,
"There's my brother's acid in the freezer." It was almost a joke, and the tab I'd taken the other night had done nothing so I figured that all of it was dead. Well this strip was wrapped in foil and as we'd discover, after splitting it, foil really did work to keep it potent. We pressed the tabs to our tongues and waited. As time progressed and the drug began to take effect the colors of the light began to flicker on the walls and I could see movement in the wefts of my sheets. My mind panicked. I'd never been too fond of hallucinogens because I couldn't control them. But that's not the point; the point is to let go of control and embrace the moment. And as I gave in to my dilated pupils the room became a playground, every bit of it was something new to explore and see. The usual scratching of my rats was new and strange, my makeup beckoned us to create, it became paint. It was the time of night that my python paces in his cage and his folding, moving, bright green scales hypnotized me, drew me in. He was asking for the door to open and I obliged him. His cold, plated body balanced on my arms and I brought him over to you on the bed. He pushed his way through the blankets approaching you methodically. I could see my enchantment mirrored in your gaze, but behind it your instinctual fear. He slithered along the side of your leg, his purple tongue flicking, smelling the sweat on your skin. He's always climbing, always trying to get higher. His silver eyes stared into yours and you accepted him. Fear was replaced with wonder. This is my cold blooded kin and he accepts you and you embrace him.