Newspaper Blanket

Wrinkled pages clasped in shivering hand. The odd texture wraps around my fingers as I cling for warmth. My palms are dyed, ink seeping from the latest editorial gossip. Something about a Prince giving up something. I can no longer tell, the page is smeared and jumps up and down from my constant jittering.

*Riiippp*

Ah, newspaper as fragile as a friendship. Even you leave me. The harder I cling the easier it was to tear. The warmth that I crave. The warmth that I need. Oh, how you leave me.

Oh, woe is me. I speak to no one as I cower in this corner, dark and dim.

As distant as I had become, the clearer it was to me. Lost job, no income equals no girlfriend. She left. Each begging draws the helping hand closer to complete closure. Family, friends, the more I asked the less they gave.

Now here I lay. Cold floor, bridge for a roof. And nothing but a newpaper blanket to keep me company.

Oh, a record low today? You don't say.

It all just makes me so tired.

Sleep would be nice.

Heavy eyes.

Just so...

Tired...