Roboyto Helvetigirl (or: the children of starbucks and xanax)

In solitude, we find solace, but within solace we must accept unbearable silence.

A book on the nightstand - pillow talking - the hands of two lovers. When "she" woke "him" up in the middle of the night, telling him about a dream that was less than pleasant, leading to explosion of an argument, each intending on hurting the other. For how can this relationship progress, when mutual understanding is nowhere to be found, even in their dream.