making out in the front seat
like hormone-hyped teenagers,
you're transported to
"the old days"
when making out was the cheapest thrill.
hugging as close as the center console allows,
you breathe in last summer
and remember sunshine.
the dream is broken.
night is back and blacker than ever.
fond memories are replaced by fresh nightmares
when you realize your mother-in-law
is the one who knocked.