Touch me Not

11pm, I think, is the earliest time when all of my siblings will bed down (except Ed who is an owl). I haven't taken coffee. No wonder why drowse tapped me so early that I decided to drop off onto mama and papa's bed. Sounds unpleasing but they both let me sleep there. I didn't care at all. I just want to sleep until I found something odd.

Before sleeping

I positioned straight half a meter away from them. I had a square pillow and did not manage to have another one to hug with—it may occupy more space—I thought. With my blanket covered me from head to toe, I finally said to myself that I can now sleep and I will no longer bother mama and papa.

Zzzzzzzzz….

While sleeping

It was drawing near 2 in the morning when a cold air hustled inside. Unwanted it was, I’m awakened.  I searched for my phone and lighted up the people who I was with—checking if they were also awakened or not. Somebody snored. I forgot I was on the other bed. Nah, I’m with papa and mama.

I was about to alter on my bed when I noticed that papa slept like a cat. His head bent forward like it was to touch his knee. Weird. Another weird thing, mama slept like a bottle. No curves, no poses, just straight as what she was before she slept. And the most weird thing, they positioned oppositely like mama’s feet was on papa’s head and papa’s feet was on mama’s head. Yeah, I did mock secretly and asked myself,”ganito ba talaga ‘pag matanda na?” Well, I had observed them passed months ago and they really are.

In the morning

I just then realized that mama and papa aren't sweet. They don’t hug. They don’t say I love you, honey or so. For short, and maybe, “they’re old”.