Girlfriend in a Coma

What did Karen see that December Night? What pictures of tomorrow could so disturb her that she would flee into a refuge of bottomless sleep? What images would frighten her out of her body, making her leave the world? Why would she leave me? C’mon, Karen-BEB-sugar pops, starbaby – we all know life’s hard…we found that one out pretty quick. You told me we were all going to be dead – but – alive zombies in the future.That’s what you said. Fair’s fair. Tell us what you meant, Karen. I want an answer. Wake up. Wake up, Okay? We’ll drive down town and have an Orange Julius. Hey! – We’ll drive to the states for a steak dinner the size of a mattress. We’ll drive to Europe and drink champagne and we’ll stop in Greenland for ice cubes along the way.
Knock Knock. Who’s there? It’s me, Karen. No joke, no punchline – c’est moi. Will you come out? Or will you let me in?