They sleep here,

Now behind me.

And above.

My two best friends, people I love dearly. They lay in the other room and succumb to the weight of the week and the drink and food consumed to kill the week dead. Basking in the warmth of a tv show where musicians hawk their talents...to a room of happy sleep infested people.

And the person who is all I am, the one thing I have done right, sleeps with her soft toys and her blond hair, up there above.

In a room next to mine.

and as they all sleep I am happy.

And I try to forget that I will explode.

I try to forget and excuse someones actions.

Because I have to be the better parent.