At the bottom of the bottle, we found our legs morphing into one another and the walls closing in on us. The floor was damp and the plastic glasses rolled around merrily.

The little green light in the room changed us. We became people from a different world, from a parallel reality, if only for a little while. The speakers, with angry wires snaking from there, played us songs that now laze around in my mind becoming witnesses to interesting memories.

Eleanor Rigby is one such song.

In the silence between two songs, we waited and watched the energy within the room rise and fall. I fell into a short, deep sleep only to wake up feeling like the world was mine to conquer and that nothing was unfathomable.

The sky began to turn pink, and the crows began to chatter. The room became comfortably quiet and we slept, gingerly walking into our comfort zones. 

In the morning, the room was just a room. And we went back to being ourselves.