© KSW 31/3/99
Ahead of me were two cauldrons or enormous cups, larger than any cup I had seen before. They seemed to be the only objects in the room in which I was standing. The room was square and its only light came from one window, high upon the wall opposite the door through which I had entered. I sniffed an aroma I could not recognise. Strong, sweet, yet tinged with an odour like rotten vegetables.
The cups sat in the centre of the room, next to each other. I went up to them and looked over the tops which were almost as high as I was tall and I had to stand on tip toe.. The cup on the left was filled to the brim with a dark, thick liquid and looked like syrup. The cup on the right was filled to the brim with a clear, red liquid. It was so clear the bottom of the cup was visible. There was a drop of liquid on the rim of this cup which I scraped up with the tip of my finger and tasted it. I screwed my face up as the liquid tasted almost medicinal. It was like a medicine I had as a child and was flavoured strawberry.
I moved across to the other cup again and took some of the syrup from the rim. The droplet was sticky, like honey but the taste was phenomenally amazing. Far sweeter than honey, in fact than anything I had ever had tasted before and it smelled like fresh baked cake. The sweetness was not overpowering or unpleasant, such as something that would shoot warning signs through your brain to warn you about it being bad for your teeth. It was a melt-in-your-mouth texture which seemed to evaporate as it slid down the throat. I immediately wanted more and therefore grabbed a handful of the syrupy liquid and swallowed greedily. As I licked my hand I began to look around the room seeking something with which to use as a scoop so I could get more of this liquid without making my hands totally sticky. Finding nothing about I went to the cup of the strawberry liquid and using my hands scooped some of the liquid into my mouth. The syrup had made me thirsty and this looked as though it would quench my thirst. The stickiness had disappeared as if I had washed my hands under a running tap, however the medicinal taste was still there and it made me heave.
I wanted some more of that very tempting sweet syrup. This was quickly becoming an addiction. I contemplated looking for a scoop outside but I could not wait that long until drinking even more of the strange dark liquid. I took several handfuls but then felt a slight twinge in my Stomach. It was a sharp pain but it happened just once. Perhaps it was a muscle spasm after having to reach over the rim of the cups to get to the liquids. Now I felt lightheaded but not sick. In fact I was happy. This syrup was amazing, brilliant. All the tastes I had ever wanted were rolled together and I was fantastically delirious. I couldn’t stop, not now and attempted to drink a huge amount. I could not focus properly, my head was beginning to swim about, my legs felt weak and numb and now my stomach hurt even more. The pain was lasting longer. What was happening to me? It must have something to do with one of these cups, but which one? I had drunk a lot of the syrup and my hands were covered in the stuff but not so much of the strawberry drink. I turned to the other cup grasping for its rim. The soft, free flowing liquid ran through my hands as I drank and down my arms but through my bleary eyes, I noticed it washed the sticky syrup off my hands. After a few sips my head cleared and I became stronger. It seemed almost immediate. My pain disappeared. Pity the taste was so disgusting.
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