Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday morning. The alarm goes off. It's raining outside, it's still dark. We both lay in bed. Time passes. We wrap our arms around each other. Still, silent. Finally...

sunnyjimmy: well i guess it's time to get up and make the coffee.
lovely carla: why get up?
sunnyjimmy: we gotta get up!
lovely carla: oh god.
sunnyjimmy: we gotta get up so we can worry.
lovely carla: i worry when i sleep too.
sunnyjimmy: well, we gotta get up to do some vertical worrying.
lovely carla: hmmm.
sunnyjimmy: you want spice island, or mexican zacateca?
lovely carla: just make it with love.
sunnyjimmy: you got it.