Writing Prompt

The party was kicking, drinks were slippin, green smoke in the air I think somebody’s been spliffin

But I was mid tripping, colours were glistening, stumbling around, climbed up the stairs by the kitchen.

Clattering around the corridor, looking for my mate whoed gone missing,

hand attracted to the doorknob like a magnetic mitton,

turnered the handle, room was empty And i still couldn’t see him, ...