In my flat`s unlit kitchen, I was busy drinking all night. The room`s darkness shaded the liquid, but didn`t affect the taste.

　　Water, of course. Getting drunk is not something I`d do. Definitely.

　　You might think the taste bothers me; it really doesn`t. A few years ago, when I got a sip of my mother`s red cup, it was sour and enjoyable. Not enough of a delight to drown myself with it, however.

　　The crashing droplets made a sound with perfect lilt, the ones that hanged under the edge of my faucet before losing their grip. It was an annoying noise, better than silence.

　　When I closed my eyes, the scenery didn`t change, obviously. It switched from darkness to another, denser black, maybe.

　　Two figures, twins, appeared before me. One had a red cap and a cropped white shirt over black shorts, the other a black cropped shirt and white shorts, the queens of maddening getups indeed.

　　We stared at each other for a while. It felt long, a good hour, or a minute.

　　Their lips parted ways to a sound. A party of nonsensical sounds, that blended together into a coherent whole.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

　　A song that broke my brain. I chuckled in self-pity.

　　Spirals appeared over the emptiness in my head, in layers of three or four, twisting my world one way, then the other, before making two loops over itself.

　　I felt dizzy, wanting to puke, but I couldn`t. All colors appeared in my head before merging into a blinding white.

　　The color knocked me out in the kitchen once more. There was a lingering smell of cigarette, the one that I forgot to discard. I would later, though.

　　Grabbing the cold glass, I emptied it.

　　Water is great. You`d never get drunk from water, contrary to beer or wine. Although the taste is indeed a tad lacking, they are small sacrifices.

　　I didn`t know why, but getting high on water made me forget about the twins for a minute. Next instant, they reappeared in a corner of my mind.

　　In these few seconds, I was the happiest man alive.

　　As the ashy smell bothered me, I extended my hand, grabbed the fag on the table and crumpled it. Because the stench stayed, my will gave up.

　　A heavy sleep dawned on me. It leaned my body forward, sprawling over my plastic table. After drinking water, I wondered if I could sleep.

　　The twins` figure shot up in my head as a picture of professional quality. I forgot about sleep afterwards for a third day in a row.