Christmas Memory Project V

The six of us mostly sat or layed down on the pillows strew across the floor, enjoying the music and candlelight and Christmas lights as the gifted ketamine and ecstacy sent us on our own merry ways. My boyfriend's best friend from his home town, the one whom I could deal with never seeing ever and especially not on Christmas, turned to me with amazement, "Are we speaking telepathically?"  As he had interrupted my following of a light pattern against a wall, and despite efforts to remain polite or even civil, my disdain was evident as I replied, "No, and I really wish we weren't speaking at all."