He was laughing. And he wasn't exactly sure why. That deep, rich, soulful laugh that comes from the core. The kind that made his stomach hurt - his body tingle. He was pretty sure he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. There was absolutely no use trying to hold it back. It was a battle he had no chance of winning.
It could have been the absurdity of the situation. Standing there, on the little wooden platform that had angled down the cliff, stopping just above the water, with no where to sleep - staring out at the ocean.
But, it most likely was the smoke that had been in his lungs a few minutes ago. It had been a while since he had indulged. He had forgotten what it was like - how it tasted, burnt on the way in, but much more earthy and piney on the way out. He thought about it for a moment - looking down at the ocean as it beat against the rocks that made up the shore below him. Everything seemed to move a half tick slower than it should. Just enough for his mind to notice. The world became narrower. His eye lids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds. Everything glistened in the glow of the moon. He could hear it all. The wind in the grass, the waves against the rocks, even her breathing next to him. Yet he couldn't stop laughing.
Yup. It was definitely the weed.
It was like he was six years old again and someone had made a fart joke in class - it was that immature, uncontrollable, giddy laughter. The kind that if he wasn't careful enough, he could end up drooling.
It was amazing how he felt. Every ounce of him was happy. Light and frothy. Not a care in the world. His mind had broken free from its leash - lost and wandering amongst the clouds. All he wanted to do was stand there with her and soak it in. The world. Her company. Not twenty minutes before, he was upset that they didn't have a place to stay. To wash up. To relax. Then out came the joint. Then the lighter. And poof. Problem solved.
It all just felt right. Like they were supposed to be there, gazing out over the water. Nothing else seemed to matter.
Only that moment, as they were living it.
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