They squished comfortably into the purple teacup and waited patiently for the spinning.

The teacups compressed into one another and then suddenly burst, lifting up, up, up in unison and into the warm night air as whimsical show tunes and the sounds of robotic children laughing rang through their ears. The pastel colored teacups spun gently at first, then faster and faster and faster until Sadie couldn't tell up from down. Colors of the rainbow exploded. The air was like a thick, warm blanket that caressed her body in a hug and it smelled like churros.

The full moon rested front and center against the pitch-black sky and was the biggest that Sadie had ever seen it, looking rather unreal. La Luna's glowing white veil and the twinkling stars above enveloped them in a loving and gentle spotlight within the purple teacup in which they sat that really does spin the fastest.

They floated higher up into the sky. Fireworks lit off, indicating that the famous Disney Firework Parade had begun. Sadie's heart had never ever felt so full. She grabbed Dave's face oh-so-tight and kissed him. She could barely see his figure amongst the spinning and the disarray of exploding colors and smoke.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," she said through sloppy lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," Dave said back.

"Don't ever leave me."

Dave pulled away from her face. He looked into her eyes with uneasiness; his own no longer shone like emeralds. He glanced down at his lap, like he had done earlier in the evening inside the white-and-gold carriage. Sadie knew that stupid silence; it meant whatever was about to come out of his mouth was more than likely going to disappoint her.

"Dave. . ." she whispered, "Don't leave me. Don't leave me again."

Blue cartoon tears trickled down his face. "We're running out of time," he said solemnly.

"What are you talking about, Dave?!"

"Look, Sadie, I made a deal, okay? With Mr. Disney. He said you couldn't come, because you're not one of us, you're not. . . dead. But-but, I missed you, I had to see you. . ."

Sadie shook her head. But she thought she was dead! She tried to be, anyway, which was how Dave came to her rescue and why they were here in the first place, like they were in some sort of other realm. That weird grand entrance Walt Disney put on for them?! Was that not her welcoming to death? Sadie never believed in Heaven, but assumed Disneyland was close enough.

Dave grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Sadie, I didn't want to leave you. Please, you have to know that."

Sadie felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She had pictured this moment between the two of them for months, practicing in front of her mirror with what she was going to say to him, whenever or wherever she was going to say it, since the second she found him dead and blue on his living room floor, foaming from the mouth like some crazed hyena all thanks to Heroin, his other girlfriend.

"Yeah, well, you did it anyway, Dave, and it's been so fucking shitty without you, and I'm a complete fucking mess and I can't eat or sleep or barely even breathe and I want to just fucking die already because you're the love of my life and I can't keep doing this anymore! How could you leave me like that, Dave! Why couldn't you just let me fucking help you?!"

Dave began to sob uncontrollably. "Sadie, I'm so sorry, you have no idea!"

All of a sudden, a blinding light was barricading full speed towards them. It was La Luna falling from the sky! Sadie squeezed her eyes shut. No no no no no, she thought. Deafening, piercing sounds filled the whole atmosphere,and she began to fall. She opened her eyes to the happiest place on earth and everything within it getting sucked into the ground like quicksand. She looked up to realize Dave was no longer sitting next to her in their purple teacup.

"YOU'RE LEAVING ME!!!! YOU'RE FUCKING LEAVING ME!!!!"

Sadie fell farther and farther and farther down from the sky and into the deteriorating theme park, landing through the colorful rabbit hole from which she and Dave came. Fast-paced piano notes, xylophones and drums danced aggressively around her. Hahahaha! they sang in her face. Sadie saw the glazed-over eyes of Walt Disney, which were now the size of La Luna herself, amusedly watching her before the colorful rabbit hole morphed shut as she screamed and sobbed into the void and then everything went quiet.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Sadie awoke to an overweight nurse with strawberry blonde hair and a wide smile looming over her.

"Oh honey, it's about time you woke up! You're in the hospital. Do you have any idea what happened?" the nurse asked.

Sadie observed her surroundings; flowers, balloons, ugly yellow walls, a heart monitor, an IV. She assumed she had some sort of night. She waited for the nurse to fill her in.

"You overdosed, honey. There was a looooot of heroin and alcohol in that tiny little frame of yours. Your dear friend brought you here. . . um, Alex, was it? Oh well, how on earth would you know, you've been unconscious!" the nurse laughed.

Sadie stared blankly. The nurse twiddled her thumbs nervously.

"Oh dear, please forgive me, that wasn't very funny. . . I guess that's why I'm not in the comedy business!" the nurse laughed again.

"Your friend left these gifts for you. He told me to tell you that he went to work, but he will be here tonight. He promised."

As the nurse started saying complete gibberish about how she had wanted to pursue a stand-up comedy career when she was a young girl- she absolutely loved Jerry Lewis back in her day- but somehow wound up in nursing school instead and here she was now, married with two children who don't seem to give her the time of day, nor does her husband for that matter, probably because of her meatloaf, Sadie began to recall everything that happened before her apparent overdose. Mainly, the fact that Dave was dead and this made her want to die, too. Fuck you, Dave.

"Would you like a chocolate pudding cup, dear?" the nurse asked so sweetly.

"No, but I'll take a fucking cigarette," Sadie replied.

"Oh, my, well, we don't really allow smoking indoors. . ."

"Well, can't you just wheel me outside?"

"Um, hm, well, I'm not sure if smoking is really, um, the best thing for your body. . . right now. . . I mean, it did just go through quite the shock. . ."

"After what you just told me, do you really think I care what happens to my body?"

"Um, well, I guess not. . ."

"You're not a very good nurse."

"Yes, dear, I know."

The overweight nurse with the strawberry blonde hair, who no longer wore a wide smile, helped poor Sadie into a rickety wheelchair and pushed both her and her IV pump to the unkempt, trash-filled courtyard so Sadie could smoke and reflect upon the worst nightmare of her life, her overwhelming heartache that will never go away, and what she was going to tell her parents.