Ceiling Fan Chronicles

I took one hit of Salvia and lived fifteen years as a ceiling fan. I completely forgot

I was human and could only observe this family's entire life from above their living room.

I watched a pregnant woman give birth, saw their son grow up with autism, witnessed countless

church gatherings, and experienced every single day without sleeping because objects

don't sleep. The weirdest part was the last year when reality started glitching.

The mom's voice turned demonic while explaining death to her son, and oranges started

spinning in circles when she left the room. After fifteen years, the dad finally

turned me on. As I spun for the fifth time, I suddenly flashed back to my bed.