in reality i could run out the front door, and dance until i was too drunk to stand with my head limp against your shoulder.

murmur into your ears something witty or shakespeare for you to pick apart the meaning while i slip away into the dark with glitter sliding down from my skirt and onto the sidewalk.

slide into a taxi to only get home at dawn just to see the sunrise stretch and swallow the night and leave me sleepy and satisfied.

in reality i could...

-i really could!