bad dream [this one is old and kinda sucks but I found it and decided to hang on to it]

The two lovers opened their eyes simultaneously in an unfamiliar bed. Jordan, a confused young man, stared bewildered at the ceiling above him that appeared to be very far away from his face. The girl next to him, although familiar, he did not know. He sat up and struggled, like her, silently deciding whether or not to smile. The bed had no frame. The two cheap sheets had almost entirely been removed over night. They laid there, close to the floor, awkwardly for some unknown time before starting the days first conversation that would quickly become an argument.
"I want to drink. I'm tired of living this boring life. Everything is boring to me now. I never go out. Nothing seems fun anymore. We are dead We are zombies, who instead of searching for brains, stay at home to watch Wheel of Fortune."
She stared at him like a stranger on the train, fleeting and with disgust.
"Well, if you start drinking again, I don't see why I can't go out and do coke every once and a while. It's not like I had the problem with drinking that you did."
Both of their hearts collapsed at these revelations. They sank in this unwelcoming apartment that made them feel that both of them had over stayed their welcome. This feeling made it so that no other words or even sounds made any sense there after. Thoughts, whether expressed internally or externally all came out like water. A threatening ocean tide that wiped away children's sand castles and eroded away at mountains. The movement in the room was a dance that resembled panic. Mouths moved and arms flailed about but there was no sound other than the deep oscillations of the invisible tide inside the room. She had swung a knapsack around her shoulders faster than the air should have permitted. Somehow he knew that a phone call had been made behind his back.
Outside a car full of men Jordan did not know had parked a red SUV on the lawn he assumed to be his own. They angrily motioned for her to come out. Jordan began to lose grip on his emotions and all reality that was holding him together. The room had been washed over in pastels and water colors, making unclear what was going on or how he was supposed to feel. She turned at him with a cold and vengeful face, saying nothing. At that moment everything began to move in slow motion. The door had opened and the outside appeared flat like a landscape photograph in a magazine. He could almost touch the gray and glossy scene, afraid it might tear with too much pressure. Jordan saw the girl's body, faceless, entering the vehicle. Unsure of what this meant, he instinctively went after the anomaly on a skateboard he had not ridden since he was a child, down the unfamiliar street, in an unfamiliar neighborhood.