My Cardboard Balcony

The Only Way by Belinda Roddie The only way I can get through this is to pretend that my whole reality is just a dream. The only way I'll miss the worst moments is to wake up and see that this life is impermanent and frail. And now that you're with me and I'm with you, I notice how everyone else just pales in comparison. Now, the only true love I have in buried in our embrace, and while I wish this could last forever, there's only so long we can run this race, only so rough of pain we can endure. The only way I get through this somehow, is to pretend I'm dreaming with you now.

"Jeremy, we shouldn't go out," opined Nancy. "Your car can't handle these conditions." "It's just a bit of snow. What's the issue?" "The issue," she stressed, "is that black ice grows like a goddamn plague on the freeway. I, for one, don't feel like skidding off the road into the great abyss to my doom." Jeremy rolled his eyes, clearly believing that his wife was being overdramatic. But he turned on the TV and settled onto the couch for the night.