Brains!

Indigo Milk

The sky was like indigo milk. The rain was so loud it kept me awake. The power had gone out and the candle I had lit flickered in the drafts coming through the door. I sat up in the bed, and pulled my knees under my chin. Davy was buried somewhere under the whole quilt. He had been sleeping for hours, and his resilience to the heat and noise didn't surprise me much.

The rain changed direction and started falling on the window. I lit my last cigarette I had kept in my pocket. It was bent and I was scared to bend it back for fear it would break. Davy would have said I was "symmetrically compulsive" if he were awake. He rolled over and put his arm around my waste and snored away the rest of the night.