a: hey. hey! wake up.
b: what?
a: i think i hear something.
b: oh shit. what do you think it is?
a: i... i don't know. it might be...
musky satin on shaking bridges.
crisp apple mornings above a tumultuous sea.
cascade falls tiring the souls of a certain street.
escape the movement of shadows against hollow glass frames.
realizing there's just one step to take and that's
packing up a life in a cardboard box,
wrapping one arm around your disappointment,
and giving a firm handshake.
a: no, no, that can't be right.
b: what the hell was that?
a: what do you mean?
b: where did that even come from?
a: so you heard it?
b: i have no idea what i just heard.
a: hmm... that means...
b: what?
a: it could be...
drum / synth break
b: how can bears play the drums?!
a: shh, shh, shh, keep your voice down!
b: and where do they get a drum set?!
a: we might have to get a closer look.
b: no way.
a: what?
b: no way am i going out there. i do not want to get impaled by a robot beast wielding a drum stick.
a: i thought you might say that. i'll do it.
b: what?! you're crazy.
a: somebody has to!
b: better you than me I guess.
a: i'll take that as a complement. okay, i'll just poke my head out for a moment.
b: good luck.
a: thanks.
a: (laughs)
b: and?
b: what?
a: don't you understand? it's...
b: what? what is it?!
a: it's…
b: what?!
a: it's...