The surreal protagonist!

The moment that the biochemically infatuated protagonist is sunk into his couch at three in the morning, and the commotion is over, things are calm.

Oh that song is singing…

It's that moment with a perfect equilibrium. The equinox of the his mind-body universe. It's either the about-right combination of people and things, at all the right times and places, seasoned with all the right proportions of the all right spices, most notable of all, music; or that hanging moment between the switching of all things of the past to everything in the future.

Oh that song is singing,
Singing into me…

It's at that moment that the protagonist realizes the depth of the equilibrium which defies pop-physics and nullifies time. It's that black hole of infinity, a gateway to other dimensions, a medium to the universe of his altered mental state.

Oh that song is singing…

Singing into me…

Magic cracks out and turns into gusts of heat evading the cheeks of the protagonist from one side and emitting in the form of music beats from the other. Sound turns into fury, the fury into illusions and illusion is nothing but that six-legged olive hippo floating flamboyantly inside the half-emptied sea of martini, propelling purposefully with its weird webbed legs.

Over everything,

I used to be…

Blinking seems impossible to the protagonist at that moment, so he turns his head away to the window Jackson C. Frank is failing at wanting to change his facial expression to a smile. He seems ridiculous because he had this stoic face forever!

Slow and sweet,

It carries me...

There's a transparent plastic dragon with red eyes hovering around. She has cashews in her belly and minions in elaborate armors on her back. She drops them over the martini glasses, so that they could parachute all the way down to the back of the six-legged hippo. They chant and wave as they land. I can hear their miniature voices saying that they're my friends.
- Thank you transparent plastic dragon.
She nods gently. She's my protector!

Carries me,

Out to the sea...

The protagonist smiles. The minions are dancing in a ritualistic way. The transparent plastic dragon nods again continuing her motionless glide patrolling the skies of her virtual domain while carrying cashews in her belly and gazing her red eyes to the far away. Jackson C. Frank is totally smiling now…

And Swallows me,

Into the deep...