Moonlight Serenity

The brain is capable of the most unfeasible feats. Once the psychedelic mood descended upon Janine, she began to wonder, philosophize about the concept of being alive. “Am I truly alive?”, Janine pondered, as the mushrooms unleashed their full hallucinatory powers, taking her imagination to a hitherto unknown realm. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“Am I Alice? It feels like I am in Wonderland”. Her widening eyes gazed at the shining moon, this night appearing somehow brighter than the sunrise

did earlier. The purpose of life had so far eluded her trivial existence as a roadside hooker, who had suffered her fair share of tragedy — she had seen every kind of man there is. There was Joey, the frustrated priest who had committed to a lifetime of celibacy way too early, only to regret it later in life — “Joey” — she teared up as she whispered his name — “You were always so kind to me. I think we both realized just how lonely we truly are. Your presence always comforted me; I think my presence comforted you, too.”

There was Manolo, the Puerto Rican diplomat who sought her out to fulfill his darkest fantasies. Janine did not know his full name, yet she regularly tried to imagine the intricate difficulties of leading a double life. “A diplomat in real life. Well, not so diplomatic in bed”, she chuckled, as she reminisced their frequently savage…