I slowly open my eyes. Everything is blurry. Are those colored lights I’m looking up at? I can’t tell. They look like red, green, and orange balls shimmering overhead. But I can’t sharpen the images.
Why can’t my eyes focus? Why do I have such a headache? Where am I? How did I get here? Why can’t I remember?
I try to sit up, but my muscles seem unwilling to respond, as if a heavy weight is pressing down upon me. I search my mind, trying to make sense of my situation. But nothing makes sense.
Wait. James’ party. I’m starting to remember. Yes. We are in his backyard. It’s his annual Fourth of July bash. The simmering colored spheres are the decorative lights hung around the pool. Yes, I remember. Lots of beer. Lots of drugs. Everyone getting wasted.
I am beginning to understand now. I can’t move because I’m at the bottom of his pool, the weight of the water holding me down. I can’t see clearly because the water is distorting my vision. I can’t breath because my lungs are filled with water.
And now I’m sinking below the bottom of the pool, being sucked down by a sudden whirlpool into a deep, dark pit. The colored spheres are fading. Everything is turning black. I can’t think. I can’t feel.
Is this real or is this my ultimate nightmare? And, at this point, does it even matter?