I wake in the mornings with thoughts of the night before. Visions of chasing white rabbits and green monsters are all I think about. Thoughts of seeing myself in a mirrow behind bars of white as smoke rises from my chair. Haunting images of being behinde enemy lines while tring to catch a white rabbit with a hollow tube. The closer I get to the white rabbit the worse i feel but for some reason I just can't help myself. The chase goes on for hours and in the end, when I finally catch that white rabbit, I fall into a sea of confusion. I look at myself in the mirrow only to see a man who has sold his soul for just a few hours of happiness. The person looking back at me is not the same person I see in the mornings when i waken from a night of sher bliss. Instead all I see is pain because though the rabbit brings happiness for a short while, its after effects are torture. My head swims with thoughts of chaseing that rabbit again as my stomache rolls in pain. I try to eat but the food doesnt stay down. I look into the mirrow after splashing my face with water to only see an empty shell. The night of chaseing white rabbits and battleing green monsters has taken its toll on my fragile mind. All I can think about is the rabbits smell, taste, and the way it looked as i stared at it down a straw like hole. I try to stop the thoughts by playing with blue footballs and kissing the lips of my one true love Mary Jane but nothing helps because the rabbit has stained my mind. In the end the rabbit always has the last laugh.