You feel so good. You feel the breeze blow through your body, energizing each cell with its breath. The woods are getting a little disorienting. They seem so thick and ancient. You decide to head back to the house while you are still straight enough to do so. You are laughing constantly, everything you see strikes you as funny. The dirt road with little quartz rocks is funny. The brown birds on that tree branch are funny. It takes you eight minutes to get the key in the lock of your front door and to get the door open. Thats really funny to you. As soon as the door closes you fall onto the plush carpet laughing hysterically.