3-minute narrative

I’ve got a thing for gas masks, I guess you could call it a fetish, I also like those elongated oxygen masks, which look like elephant trunks. Whenever I feel numb I grab one and take a deep breath. Every now and then this little boy comes to me, he thinks he’s a baby elephant, I put the mask on his face and let him inhale as I play with his hair.

I lost my ring, it probably dropped and I can hear it rolling on the floor, I get down on my knees and start looking for it on the resin tiles… it’s as though someone was telling me where to look, I follow the green arrows instinctively, compelled to look for my ring while it’s nowhere to be found. I keep crawling until I find myself in front of this very thick door, the kind of door you’re afraid to mess with. I stare at it, completely mesmerized because this guy is dismantling it like a lego piece, the door seems weightless. The man doesn’t look particularly strong, but he’s got this incredible energy… I wonder where he gets it from. He tears the door apart and jumps. So I stand up and look out the window. As soon as he jumps, all his features disappear to reveal a grey and homogeneous figure. He’s surrounded by these peculiar bodies gliding down this yellow slide. It seems like they’re having fun, but after a closer inspection, I realize their faces are expressionless. Their clothes, skin and hair, are of this uniform grey color, they’re not young, nor are they old, they’re ageless, but you can clearly discern the males from the females. The little grey men and women seem to be running away.
I look at myself and realize that I’m losing my colors too, my hair and clothes are fading into grey. I’m taken by a rush of panic and run to the kitchen to get my yellow apron. I put it on and go back to the mirror to make sure that I’m not color blind. It’s yellow. I’m fine. At least my vision is fine, but I’m still grey.
That’s when I realize that I’m no longer alone: I see people sitting in a row, a huge cigarette flying right above them, strangely enough, nobody minds it except for this odd man who’s attempting to smoke by placing his whole face in front of the filter. It’s funny what cigarette-cravings can do to you. The gigantic cigarette is everywhere, I see it again hovering on top of this strange couple: he’s standing left of a yellow toilet seat, and she’s standing right of it. They’re  very short, either that, or the toilet is really big, and I’m not sure what they’re trying to do standing on either side, it looks like they’re protecting it like some kind of shrine… the rest of them are calmly seated: this bald guy sitting in the back is wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a funny tie. The chubby woman sitting right in front of him has her right breast clearly bigger than her left breast, it’s growing by the minute. I’m afraid it might explode…. The man sitting in front of that lady looks serene, and wears that very confident smile, he probably sells insurance. There’s clearly something going on between him and that other guy standing in the back. That exact same smile… They’re not talking to each other, but they must be up to something. These people are totally emotionless, the grey figures on the slide, that group sitting in a row, the toilet keepers, even that little boy had grey hair.
I need to sit up straight again. They’re tipping over, one by one, they’re all grey except for that little baby.
I suddenly feel very nauseous, and grab the belt lying on my seat. I hate belts… The person who had it on before me was probably very fat. This belt could’ve fit 3 of me. So I keep pulling on the belt until this thing slips up from my hips and squeezes my stomach. I stop and I realize how big my hips are… I’m about to throw up and bend forward.

I must’ve fallen asleep after my oxygen high.