today is my birthday

another year had passed. the virulent viking was now four. and like any other year, he was to celebrate in his preferred way: hallucinogens. so here he was scavenging the tall grass plains, a devious mask poisoning his fair features. his steps bounced eagerly, his muscles spasmed with delight. it took him only a few seconds to find the treasured plant: morning glories. quickly he consumed the seeds, humming a birthday tune gleefully. he emptied his mind of every terrible thought. he would not allow himself another bad trip; especially on his birthday. and now, as he sat surrounded by the different flora, all was left was to wait.



- around an hour later -

periwinkle, chartreuse, violet. first they would vibrate before him, the herbs and flowers. they seemed happy, carefree. the wind, glowing faintly, wrapped lovingly around the flora. it kneaded them, caressed them, before releasing its grasp and working itself over his body. he felt it first on his chest, a cooling sensation. it dipped toward his stomach, over his shoulders. unbelievably wonderful. it slid gracefully, seductively, toward the small of his belly and even further. the feeling, incredibly exotic, felt more enticing than that of the most skilled lover he'd ever encountered. and just as the wind caught his attention, another took its place.

a ladybug. first she would fly.. walk? along the wind. the dots upon her wings, hovering, now seemed to be 2d fractal, connected by only strings of glowing light. he would watch her dance with the wind, allowing the flora to steal a twirl every now and again. but slowly, beautifully, she would transform into a cardinal. vividly and with every wonder in the world, she broke from the wind's reluctant grasp and disappeared in a puff of radiating cobalt, leaving the man with a dumbfounded smirk playing over his lips.