• Sitting at my desk
    Pen at hand
    A song lulls in
    I snap to attention
    I smile
    And you laugh
    I forgot you were here
    I laugh along
    A cloud of smoke envelopes us
    Our eyes are burning red
    We cough and wheeze
    Still laughing
    Going on for ten minutes
    The only thing straight here is my pen
    We laugh once more
    Then we black out.