But you know, he's probably laughing at all her jokes like he's never heard the punchline before, and she's giggling like she's the most clever thing to ever grace the earth as the moon rays are shining through the blinds and casting shadows across her face. and she talks like she knows all the secrets in the world and he's leaning forward hanging on her every word like the tear is hanging on your eyelash. the sunlight will break on unopened eyes. and the song on the radio is the only consolation you have. So you pretend it's laughing at all your jokes like it's never heard that one before and you talk like you know the world's every secret, while the moon rays shine through the blinds and cast shadows across the walls. and you pretend everybody is leaning forward, leaning on your every word just like the tear that is clinging to your eyelash. the sunlight breaks on unopened eyes. the tear falls on your cheek like that bottle that falls to the floor. just like your head hitting the pillow. the sunlight breaks upon unopened eyes. [edit] Today I had a good day. Tickle fights are fun.