Tears descend,
The tingling sensations reach the razor edge of pain
I am confused
The couch no longer offers comfort for whatever affliction I suffer from
I try to speak but an unfamiliar noise comes out
I begin to panic begging for the maternal to work whatever motherly magic the universe has bestowed upon her
Nothing happens
No one comes
I manage to flop of my pillowed haven onto the cold hard ground
I presume that the ground is cold and hard because I can no longer feel
I crawl, like a wounded animal I crawl to wear I know I’ll be safe
A familiar voice comes into my hearing
He is panicking but I know he can make it better
He and I have the same idea
We always have the same ideas, since we were born
He helps me get to my destination even though I have not verbally requested this place
The cold chill of the tile greats my right cheek
Applying enough relief for rest
The room is dark
I am young
I know help will be here soon
So I sleep
And I cry
Scared to death
I hope my brother remembers to let my dog out