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Capnap realigns his thoughts.
“Ugh. I should start at the beginning,” Catnap says with a huff, “But I’m starting near the end...”
Letting go of the frames, Catnap digs his feet into the wall to anchor himself. He leans all the way back through the open window, arching his spine, and allowing himself to go almost upside down as he moves his arms over his head, reaching past the window seat to the wooden coffee table that runs along the length of the windows.
On this table were a small red box, a lighter, a wine glass, and a corked bottle of red wine. Carefully taking these into his hands. Then he clutched his stomach muscles and sat up, moving his arms alongside his body while he got back into a sitting position.
Sitting the glass and bottle on the outside windowsill, he held the red box and lighter in his hand, merely staring at it. The cat opens and closes the box, wondering if he should or not. The drug dealers warned the younger ones, ‘Don’t touch your own stuff.’
‘Drug dealer...’ Catnap barely able to say that word aloud, scared of what kind of critter he had become. He had seen firsthand what other substances do to critters and the ‘Red Smoke’ was a hallucinogenic; it could make him see his memories as if he outsider watching in.
“You’re thinking off topic again,” Catnap scolded himself and closed the box, “Later...” he looked to the Moon and began recalling as best he could...