Well, there is a place I go to get a bit of quiet. If the night is mellow, I'll turn on some mellow tunes to match it. Oh and, it's soft here. I feel too large for the bed that I spread myself on… You know, if you let yourself walk too deep in thought, you could get lost and at night it's dark on memory lane.
    And then I'm drifting again. I dream of awkward reconciliation, of a confrontation we've already had before. We sit side by side on the sidewalk by some park.
“Take me back”, I'm saying. And she sinks to the floor.
“Dummy", she sighs. "I don't love you anymore”.