Comatose

Laughing and talking to himself, Sean walks down the street not knowing of his where bouts. "Man, I've got to take a piss!” he shouts, while grabbing himself with one hand and holding the bottle of liquor in the other. He takes one last drink and slings the bottle down the road. He then finds an alley where he can possibly relieve himself from the poison that fills his bladder. "Jessica!” he says as he blinks his eyes from the salty sweat that drips from his forehead. The alcohol disorients him causing hallucinations. Shadows begin to move across the walls and sounds of evil come from rats passing by. He walks further and further into the alley until he can go no more. He leans against one of the walls and unzips his pants. Staggering, he whips it out and sprays the wall. His eyes roll into the back of his head. "Man that feels much better." As he turns to walk out of the alley he begins to feel dizzy. He grabs his head with both hands to keep it from spinning, but it only gets worse. He bends over, puking and grabbing his stomach. Only a little bit though, for most of it was fluid. He ends with dry heaves a couple of times and wipes his mouth. Just when he thought it was over he gets dizzy again. This time his heart beats fast as the sweat runs down his face. He grabs his left arm as a shock runs down it making it tense up and incapable of moving. His knees grow weak causing him to fall to the ground. Landing on his knees, his sight goes blank of details. The bright light at the end of the alley confuses him as if to think it's the way to heaven. A figure appears outside of the alley. "God?” asks Sean. The figure walks toward him asking, "Sean?” "God!” says Sean, as he falls to the hard cement, smacking his head and spraying blood. Barely keeping his eyes open, the figure approaches him. He smiles and passes out. "Where am I?” he asks himself, while looking up at the night sky. "Man I feel great!” he says. As he walks out of the alley without a speck of dust on him, he doesn't realize that he's no longer a part of this world. He is now doing what is known as the outer body experience. His body is left lying in the alley with his head in a small pool of blood. As he walks down the street, he says to himself, "why can't I remember anything?", while scratching his head. "How did I get here?" He starts to run as fast as he can back to his house. Before he knows it, he’s already in front of it, walking up to the front door. He reaches for the knob and turns it, opening the door slowly and walking in.