For my old roommate.  Fk I miss our castle in the sky.

I awoke this morning to find my seven-year-old brother marching around the foot of my mattress in a wifebeater and undies, determinedly yanking at the bottom of my covers, declaring that he wet my parents’ bed and was in need of new sheets.  My mind was still too groggy to process why he thought he could commandeer mine off my comatose body but it was funny to see his tiny body vainly straining against the pastel down covers.  

The good thing about living at home is drinking morning coffee with Ba.