Couches

Date: 4/24/2019

Grey. Eric's karaoke room. I find myself laying on the couch, Eric to my left eating a bag of cheetos, looking dazed, while he watched Kevin helplessly twirling around as if trying to catch an invisible fly. Tim on the right, catching a quick smoke. He was oddly dressed in a long, black robe, something that resembled Snape's. Mouths agaped, both Eric and I stared at Tim and switched our focus back to Fernan, who is holding a marker and a small whiteboard, drew figures as he explained his business pitch. He was wearing pink. The sound of buzzing filled my head, and I dozed off back to sleep. What the hell was that?