Just Six Poem by illinois haze

The sun edged its way in through blinds. It was a clear Sunday with the sky almost a humorous blue. The heat soaked the basement of my mothers house. Light glided over empty fast food containers and scattered cans of soda. I lay half asleep muffled by an over sized blanket. The constant flicker of the t.v screen catches my eyes off guard and makes them try even harder to remain shut. On the love seat diagonal to me lays my good friend Stephen Crayton.. He lays completely covered in his blanked with his ipod pumping rock music relentlessly in his ear. It was something I could never understand, how someone could fall asleep with such loud noises blaring in their head but he didn’t mind not only didn’t he mind he couldn’t sleep without the throbbing noise. I reluctantly pull myself upright and begin to let my eyes adjust to the light. I rub them to gain some form of clarity as I hear Steve already awake and uncovering his burrowed head. “What up bro? ” he asked me in a groggy yet cavalier voice, “Not a lot” I said quickly as I stretched my crunched legs.