Flask

"What do you propose we do in his laboratory while we are on the loose?"

"We will look through his things of course!"

Grey, our misplaced sitter, cares not to latch any more torturous devices.

"What is in this tube?"

"What color is it?"

"It's green....."

"Do you want to drink it?"

"Sure why the hell not. There's two anyways...."

"Do you suppose he left it for us knowing we would drink it?"

"Well then it is our obligation!"

We toast kiwi banana stuff.

"What do you think he's doing?"

"Waiting for us to break something."

"I don't want to break these things."

"Me neither let's go search for things to break."

Our steps bounce colors into an elevator shaft.

"There is supposed to be a box with buttons in this thing for us to play with."

We land inside an empty bed of a pick up truck.

"I knew you two would make it!"

Baxter is wearing a sombrero, cargo shirt, and safari shorts.

"Where are we going?"

"Land of many moons...."

We float through flatland trees; ubiquitous atmospheric guitars of Steve Miller Band swims out the cabin window.

"Do you think we will ever see them again?"

"Only in our dreams...."

"Do you think our dreams will confuse us?"

"We are confused."

"Do you think we will know the difference."

"For now we will but later I am not sure."

"There must be a way to test it."

"We must do it the same."

"There must be some way out of it."

"Were we ever really awake?"

"I don't know."

"Neither do I but I will always remember this carpet ride."

Night crosses boundaries of a darkening sun; I do not recall ever waking up.