Tomorrow.

“Hear what you want to hear.”

Deliberating another bottle
Of wine
I ask her if we
Can sleep in tomorrow,
as late as possible.

She wakes up
From her sleep on the couch
And says

“Somewhere over the rain bow?”

Its playing on the

television.

I say,
“you mean like the song?”

"Yeah,"
She grumbles,
"Something like that."

Then,

the bottle cracks

like quiet

thunder.