Sunlight streams in a plate glass window,
Warming my back and making our glasses sparkle.
We're in a restaurant, enjoying [[brunch]].A smiling old waiter approaches
He has a small scab on his left temple.
He notices my stare
And merrily launches into the story of
What had [[happened]]. Yesterday the waiter had stumbled
And hit his head on the baseboard.
Ethusiastically he reenacted the fall,
But over-did it and actually hit his head again.
He stood up dazed and [[bleeding]].A beat later he begins the reenactment anew.
He's hit his head again and now can't even stand.
But he's still smiling,
And still [[bleeding|test]].Crawling on the floor
Our waiter begins dragging his head across the baseboard
Smearing blood on the wall.
Our table [[clears]].Many hands rush to stop the confused old man.
I stand between the waiter and the wall
Intent on stopping further [[carnage]].He is escorted from the room.
A moment later
His severed head, still smiling, rolls between my legs
Bashing the baseboard yet again.
I yelp
[["Check please!"|Page One]]