Random Memory

early morning
crisp, cold air all around
drawn curtains
time, frozen
the buzz that cradled him to sleep was still there
calming.

Already he knew he would cherish that memory,
that smell,
those sounds.

Lowering from the bunk bed,
the Batman bedsheets left behind
feet touch the ground
cold
oooh, so, so, very cold.

Already he knew he would cherish that memory,
that sensation,
those emotions.

Turning on the small TV
making sure the volume is really, really low
starting up the game
turning off the A/C - that cold would hold for a few hours
such cold feet now, weird.

Sitting down
purple chair, tiny - too tiny, but full of memories soon to come and soon to go
the controller feels cold, too
playing a little bit
monkeys running around
crocodiles, and beavers, and bees, and rhinos
the stuff of dreams right there.

Sister wakes up,
doesn't want to play head to head
let's just beat the game
talk a while
pause, for some reason
and the chill music so often heard
when they had to go down for breakfast
or lunch
or showering
or brushing their teeth
or out to play
that music could drive anyone insane if they heard it so often.

But it was, as was it all
happy.