Laura and I are on a park swing. It’s that kind that goes around and around in circles. People spin you around on it faster and faster.
This is our marriage, and I see it spinning so fast that Laura flies off. She lands on the ground is all scraped up and has bloody knees.
She is crying, but there is no one to help. I am still holding on and the carousel thing is still spinning out of control.
Fire comes out of the sides. It turns into a tornado cutting a path wherever it goes.