Twinkling starry skies on the west coast. Laying low beside the pool. Becca's in the deep end. She's going deeper. Someone needs to save her. Someone strong, brave and a real good person but it's not me. The headphones keep me drifting. They whisper "nahnahnahnahnahnah" sweetly into my ears. Me head plays over the day. Antique shopping malls, coffee at noon, we both wish we just had more time. Holding your hands, letting go, chasing you around the hotel. What's to come? "A lot of bad stuff," you once told me. But I'm not ready to open my eyes just yet. In dreams begin responsibilities. You diving off the diving board is a wonderful sight. Morning comes soon after.