Stupor!

It is like trying to come out of a drunken stupor. I am trying to clear my vision. All blurry shapes and colours. Even as I try to focus, I feel a silly urge to just fall back and drown in the depths of unending sleep. The intoxication has dried my throat and I want to drink and quench my thirst. But first, I must pull out my consciousness from this haze of memories. What was I drunk on? I am trying hard to remember. Maybe remembering that will make it easy to find a cure for this hangover. I was roaming in the brightly lit fields and strolling on, I got lost in the forest. It was there that I got drunk. What did I want to escape from or celebrate? Maybe I started drinking in celebration and then used it to escape too. But then now why do I want to come out of that daze?

Every step I take, I feel that I am losing my balance. Maybe I should drink a little more and go back to the land of the spirits. The dreamlike memories make me wonder if they were real or just dreams. That immense pleasure that I felt, straying away from reality. Was it real or imagined? Should I labor towards full consciousness and let the reality sting me again or should I get drunk more and lose myself permanently in the shadows of the simulated happiness?