Blanket

April 12, 2011

I was laying in my parents bed.
Rustling amongst the black and white 80’s comforter.
You walked through the door and stood in the doorway for a moment.
I didn’t know what to say to.
“Hi.”
You didn’t answer.
I wondered who had let you in.
You laid in the bed diagonal from me.
We laid in silence for a few moments.
Your left arm was outstretched and limp resting near my face.
I took your hand and rubbed it on my cheek and held it there.
You slowly inched your body closer to me until we were pressed up against each other.
My back up against your chest.
“We should go into my room.”
We quietly walked down the hallway.
The old wood floor creaked underneath our weight.
Our hands lightly touching.