By Ourselves...Together

Sit down with me.

No fear.

Here we are alone,

my dream come true.

Weather is nice today, isn't it?

Oh, gosh. I feel a burp coming on,

but I don't want you to know that.

It's okay now. The worst is over.

The storm has passed.

What did you just say? The burp

distracted me, left me deaf

in both ears when I let go

on the inside.

Right. Uh, huh. No no.

No.

My dream come true

is now spiraling down into

"A Nightmare on Oak Street".

Can we go back to talking about the weather?