Hot Air

You told me that taking this drug would make me fly. You promised me that I would feel as though I was riding in a hot air balloon and that it would be exhilarating. I would be on top of the world, bursting with bliss, and lighter than air. Even I couldn’t deny that it sounded brilliant, so I swallowed the pill. The ride was unlike anything else I had ever experienced, but you forgot to mention one tiny detail. The hot air balloon eventually runs out of air, and then there’s nothing left to prevent you from plummeting back down to earth.