Soon I was beyond the pain as I inhaled. I slipped into the slurping sound of the pipe. The soft tasting, sweet perfume expanded within me and the surprisingly subtlety of disregard for the passions, that before now kept me chained to such unhappiness, took over. My wistful gaze softened as my mind glissaded into a controlled daydream down a snowy peak. The snowflakes fell in glittery white, pink and blue and looked more like soft sugar that dissolved before me as I made my way down into a verdant valley. I began to glide over plush, cool grass as I nodded to fluffy Valais Blacknose sheep that lifted their empty faces at me in regal regard. This peaceful, restful place was beyond any dream. I was warm and serene and wandering without wallowing. I was an angel.
I began to circumambulate within and without the herd, feeling only a moiety of the apprehension I had previously felt before inhaling the warmth, love and peace from the pipe. Any fear in the back of my mind danced away into the warm fleece of the herd that surrounded me
The vivid noon of the meadow bypassed any sunset I had ever known and melted into a mellow, cool summer night. The sky cascaded in seconds; an indigo canopy trailedp overhead a-glitter with new-born constellations. My faced turned up along with my empty-faced sheep and we exhaled a song of life as all cares drifted away.
This beautiful world now my majestic pleasure-dome became the home I would miss more than any home I have ever known.