Darkness to dim lights

Seven seconds, per floor on weekend nights

Is how this moves, you can hear the silent hum

As the motor plunges me thirty floors down

It's late night, and a Saturday to boot

My heart is racing to rush towards the bus stop

Yet these floors seem endless, over a hundred

I start to count around seventy, it decreases 

Incrementally, yet anxiety grows inversely

Sometime between fourty and thirty eight

I doze off inna short seven second nap

Yet I watch whole movie length episodes

Of escapades and engagement, you or else

I shake my head, the elevator slides deeper

While it suddenly loses power, at the last floor

I see a wall where the door was, I am stuck

I panic, you are awake, mostly, waiting to eat

Dinner, that I need to cook, but how now!, how?

I think, i should've cooked in the morning 

Nothing is predictable, I ease up, lean against

The elevator emergency power flickers bulbs

I land, wake up, in bed, spoon you and sleep