Waking up after Dreams...

Exhibit A):

We are friends in a sleeping bag

Splitting the heat we have one filthy pillow to share

And your lips are in my hair

Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at

And people are drinking and singing Van Halen and Slayer

On a ukulele tear

Exhibit B):

Well, we found an apartment

It's not much to look at - a futon on a floor

Torn-off desktop for a door

All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape 

And if we have sex they can hear us through the floor

But we don't do that anymore

And I lay there wondering what is the matter

Is this a matter of worse or of better

You took the blanket so I took the bed sheet

But I would have held you if you'd only let me

Exhibit C):

Look how quaint and how quiet and private 

Our pay checks have bought us a condo in town

It's the nicest flat around

You picked a mattress and had it delivered

And I walked upstairs and the sight of it made my heart pound

And I wrapped my arms around me

And I stood there wondering what is the matter

Is this a matter of worse or of better

You walked right past me and straightened the covers

But I would still love you if you wanted a lover

And you said all the money in the world

Won't buy a bed so big and wide

To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me in the night

Exhibit D):

Now we're both mostly paralyzed 

Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear

Too afraid to even feel

I find my glasses and you turn the light out

Roll off on your side like you've rolled away for years

Holding back those king-sized tears

And I still don't ask you what is the matter

Is this a matter of worse or of better

You take the heart failure, I'll take the cancer

I've long since stopped wondering why you don't answer

Exhibit E):

You can certainly see

How fulfilling a life from the cost and size of stone

Of our final resting home

We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree

You and me lying the only way we know

Side by side and still and cold

And I finally ask you what was the matter

Was it a matter of worse or of better

You stretch your arms out and finally face me

You say I would have told you if you'd only asked me

If you'd only asked me

If you'd only asked me

If you'd only asked me...

Now Playing: The Bad Song --- Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra

And it was so hard to wake up in that bed -that familiar but strange bed; again. Reality was like a messy dream, like a whirl. Everything was in the same place where she left it, like a rough copy of her life five months ago. It was like if nothing ever happened. 

But that wonderful dream marked her more than she once thought -in her wrist still was the Midnight Sun shinning bright and hard, inked in black, oh, shinny black...

And in her mind was still burning the fire of freedom, the fire of passion and the fire of rage that she felt like part of her everyday. Everynight. 

She finally stood up, smiling but sad. She stirred her hair and finally, sighed-still thinking in that "Exhibit A)" when she was further away, in a parallel exhibit, in another bed and without another's arms.

I'm really back, after all. 

Once playing in Exhibition A): Divine --- Devin Townsend Project

I just have to forget some things, that's all. Maybe I should call the doctor Howard Mierzwiak. If only...