The brown luminescent latex of the donkey-shaped balloon catches and scatters the light from all the street lamps and neon signs, letting it appear to quiver with life. You grin gleefully and shake your fist up and down, watching it bounce back up. Entranced by the balloon, so full of air and seeming life, that you wander down the street aimlessly. The night air is filled with the smells of grease, popcorn and stale beer, among other less pleasant scents. With the occasional breeze and the glimmering lights, your eyes continue to stay focused on the balloon.
Tired of walking you finally pull your gaze from the balloon and spot a park bench to which you stumble over to. Sighing heavily, you collapse on the bench and pull the balloon down slowly till it rests right in front of you. The latex up close looks like none other you've seen before. It has an sheen to it to where when you turn it just right a multitude of colors cascades over the surface. It's not a simply brown, but a range of browns, reds, and purples.
Hugging the balloon close causes an untold amount of squeaks. But, for once, you actually don't mind the sound. Normally, they'd make you cringe and the hair on the back of your neck would stand up, but this time, this time, the squeaks are pleasant to your ears. Rubbing and hugging the balloon to your chests brings a symphony of squeaks and balloonish sounds. So nice. Lost in an inner world, you hug the balloon tighter and tighter, the large ears and eyes of the donkey swelling comically in protest to such undeserved abuse. The straining balloon squeals with too much pressure. Blam! A gush of fetid air and bits of latex blast you.
You stare, dumbly around, blinking. What the? You take in the night around you, and realize you don't know where you are or why you were so entranced by the balloon. Whatever the effects were, you begin to come back to yourself. Well, you think, I guess it's not just the beer that's odd here, but the balloon.
You look down at yourself, you're covered in lots of bits of the donkey balloon, still shimmering in the light, and clinging to you.