March 23rd 1976
I can't describe the exultant sensation that I felt last night. It was as though my entire body consisted entirely of hot air, floating peacefully in the cerulean sky.
I'd increased the dosage by ten miligrams, which was quite a silly and unprofessional thing to do. Admittedly, I just wanted to see if I could extend the effects of the drug, hoping for a greater thrill to come and whisk me away.
It was certainly interesting.
Curled up on my bed, I just lay there and observed the world around me, marvelling at how bright and vibrant it had become. The walls of my room seemed to breath, pulsing back and forth as though the cement harboured a set of lungs. I could have sworn I saw my ballerina dancing, but I don't recall winding her up.
Though it was strange and illogical, I felt completely safe, like a child held in the protective arms of her mother. It made me laugh, giggling in a way that I hadn't done for many years. I simply couldn't explain why I enjoyed it as much as I did.
Unlike the first time, where I merely got a physical buzz, I was now experiencing the mental reaction, hearing, seeing, and smelling things that simply weren't there. My nose twitched against the blaring sound of my heartbeat, eyes able to see the floral perfume that drifted across my vision in gentle wisps, fingers caressing the silky strands as they slithered along my tingling flesh. It was initially jarring, but I eventually got used to the mild hallucinations, learning to ride them out like a leaf on the wind.
The house was alive, if only for a fleeting moment, and I resided inside its womb; a foetus awaiting rebirth.
I feel better now. I feel complete.