Thread:Tapasz/@comment-28612184-20171012205356

Too much absinthe does not agree with my already addled brain. One moment I was idly doodling a bass clef on a postcard, then I was waltzing with a dancing skeleton clenching a black rose in its grinning jaw. One demented twirl later and I was partnered with a devil who handed me a watch paper clip and warned, "Find your way out of here by midnight, or stay forever!" I fled the ballroom to a nearby library. Clearly I needed a geography book with at least one upside-down map to get back to the real world again. Sitting quietly at a study carrel was a secretary bird peering over gold rimmed spectacles. She pointed her wing at a three dimensional compass. Was this a possible guide to my escape? The lights suddenly dimmed, yet one source of illumination remained. Oh my! King Arthur's shield! Wynebgwrthucher provided a baleful blue glow. I grabbed it and ran for the sound of a clock chiming the three quarter hour mark. Where should I go next? Panic overwhelmed me, but I spied lizard tracks leading upward. Follow? Or not? I had fifteen minutes left! I followed blindly to a door. It was a floor clock with a false back. It opened into my room where an absinthe glass, spoon and sugar cube awaited. As the clock struck midnight I emptied the contents down the sink and collapsed into my chair. No more adventures tonight!  