The Night before Christmas
, and all through the house, nothing was stirring, not even my parents
My parents still don't know I smoke
, so I have to wait till they're in bed before I can go out to waft
They'd just come home from midnight mass
, and I was watching 'A Nightmare Before Christmas
' with a pre-rolled joint
in my pocket, itching to get out.
I walked outside, carefully closing the door behind me, not making a sound. I sat on the wet ground
, with my back against the wall, soaking up the water into me pants
! i pulled the joint out of my pocket and spark
ed it up.
Staring up into the boundless stars
, I let the cool breeze wash over my skin. The weed
was already working on my brain, I could feel every hair on every inch of my body alert to the breeze
. The moon
, a clear semi-circle, floating through a clear inky curtain, millions of indistinct pricks of light, rigid behind wisps of cloud.. a constant against the ever changing faces
of the clouds. I gazed up into the untold space of the galaxy
, wishing I was out there with Ford Prefect
and Zaphod Beeblebrox
, walking the surface of other worlds and gazing into the faces of distant stars
I felt the roach
burn under my fingers. Reaching down I stubbed it out on the cold
damp stone. Standing up and reaching for the doorhandle
, I gazed up one last time, for one last look. One last wish.
, I wished the stars, and walked back into the house. They twinkled on regardless.