as if we were still children

he tells me he is afraid and asks me to sleep in his room.

his room: white curtains. sturdy desk. twin beds on opposite ends of the room.

from my room to his room, i go back and forth, carrying some things i need.

my room: blue. sturdy desk. a bed. books. a little dresser. dark.

back and forth. first, a brush. then, a pillow. a book. it seems like my trips will never end. i am angry at myself.

i feel a presence. from the end of the corridor, someone is watching. i hurry back to his room and shut the door.