Yellow blanket cascades over the hills and crevices of my body
I lay on this God forsaken couch for what seems like hours, observing the sleeping pattern of my restless brother
What's in his head?
What demons is he silently trying, but failing, to fight off?
Anxiety; companion of the sleepless
Still, motionless, like the bodies that lay 6 feet under, I become one with my surroundings
Does your heart ache when you get around me?
Does your heart break when you think about me?
The ache and the break numb themselves in to a dull roar and slink into a dull twinkle, much like that of the old dying stars
No, no longer do I remember the hills and crevices of your body
they have long been forgotten
lost and blurred
the only reminder of anything remotely similar
is the hugging quality
of this yellow
blanket