The Things Only A Best Friend Can Do

Lost and floating in a deep sleep I was awoken by pellets of rain tapping the roof, striking freely and at random. As I slowly drifted into consciousness, I found myself surrendering to the couch. My face mashed in a pillow, my arms sandwiched between my chest and the cushion as the balls of my finger tips lightly rested on the veins in my neck. I could feel my own pulse. My blood pumping in a calculated and steady rhythm. I lay there staring with my eyes closed as I saw the young and the old me in one beat.