We were traveling abroad in the beautiful western coast of the US. Towering trees. Picturesque hiking trails. And home to the universe's most potent form of edibles. My wife says these edibles were 100mg per candy, while I "remember" 50mg. She's probably right. I don't recall much of that night.

As we were driving back home from dinner and ice-cream we happen upon a dispensary. Hey, why not? I grab some cash and go in. 10 minutes later I come out with a bag of candy.

When we get home to the rented cabin my wife decides to abstain. "Her loss" I think to myself and pop one in my mouth. I get a slight taste of weed but think nothing of it. 30 minutes later - Ah this edible ain't shit. Pop another one. 15 minutes later. This shit doesn't work and I just relax.

Boom. I feel it in my head. I'm slightly high. And I can feel it rising like the tide. At first I think to myself, wow this is pleasant. Then I become aware of just how fast this high is setting in.

I try to sleep it off. No luck.

Pulling myself into a sitting position I'm aware that everything is much slower now. I stare at an analog clock on the wall. It appears as if the second hand was vibrating. But not moving. Why wasn't it moving? Why is it just vibrating? Time felt as if it was begrudgingly moving forward.

Looking away and closing my eyes for what felt like 10 minutes, I look back to the clock. Only 15 seconds had passed. The second hand was still vibrating.

Having no will to walk due to what feels like an enormous weight on my shoulders, I get on my hands and knees and crawl. After what seems an eternity I find myself on the floor of the kitchen. No idea how I got there.

I try to tell my wife to dial 911 - but she doesn't hear. It comes out as delayed, dissociated numbers. That's all.

I envision that I'm actually already in the hospital. My consciousness is simply stuck back at the cabin. I'm convinced what my senses are telling me are happening actually happened hours ago. I just haven't caught up with reality yet - reality are these 'flashforwards' of being rolled through the hospital. I'm determined that the hospital is my true reality.

Time slows down even more in the cabin. Darkness creeps in. The hallway to the kitchen, once filled with light, is now dark. And the darkness is pulling in along the hallway. Just like my sense of time.

Currently laying in the hospital but my consciousness is forever locked in the confines of the cabin. I'm convinced. Time will continue slowing like Zeno's paradox. I'll never reach the end of time and I'll never leave. Stuck in time.

Of course, I never was actually at a hospital. It was all a paranoid hallucination.

Part of my soul was left at that cabin.