The fire’s still burning.
You’re checking the clothes on the line.
Emily’s smirking ‘cause Doug is still working til nine.
The slaw’s on the table, the horses in the stable.
Sunshine.
No ants in the garden.
The jello has hardened, it’s fine.

Birds hum a cheerful song.
Wheelbarrow marathon.
You switch the TV on and it seems, yeah so it seems, like nothing can go wrong.