THE LAST TO LEAVE THE PARTY

In the late 70’s I was at a friend's party in Hutton Essex, all the gang from my local the Castle pub in Brentwood were there. Somebody started passing around some funny cigarettes, I’d had a few drinks by this time and after smoking a few incense cigarettes sat down in a chair to watch colours and pixies. I remember closing my eyes for a fraction of a second and when I opened them it was dark and there was nobody there anymore. I crept around in a confused state of paranoia, whispering “Hello, where’s everybody gone?” My buddy and his bleary eyed girlfriend woke up and told me the party had ended hours ago. I’d been asleep in a chair all that time (to me a blink of an eye) but for a long while I thought that I’d been transported in time.