My lover and I are in a subway tunnel. He nibbles my ear, and whispers something, but I really just want to play Scrabble. He is covered with chalk. I think about putting him in a museum, with all the other figures of beauty.
Then I realize he is not covered with chalk; instead the ceiling is caving in. The trains have stopped running, and there is an orange glow that seemed electric at first, but is actually the flash of explosions.
Maybe the world is ending. Someone is keeping score over the intercom, as if it were a football game.
I lose the ability to speak...everything I say comes out adjectives.
Slippery. Sanguine. Archaic.
I think he is turning into sand. I begin to eat the letters off the game board...
Then I woke up. | 
