She Was Fading

High.

For the first time in a long time, Delilah couldn’t make it to Saturday to hang out. It was like a rug was pulled out from under me. Delilah, as mysterious as she was, was my rock. With a whole Saturday to myself, I didn’t know what to do.

So I stupidly decided to get high with Crow.

Crow decided to stick around for a little bit longer. He won’t tell me why, but I don’t really care. He buys his own food and utilities are free, so all that he disturbs is my sleeping habits; he snores a lot.

While Crow may be angry and manic depressive and crazy when high, I’m just really sleepy. And sick. And dizzy.

After about an hour of being baked off my ass, Delilah comes knocking at my door. She got done with whatever she was doing really early and decided to visit.

I expected her to be disappointed but she just laughed and laid me on the couch. I told her I was sorry, and she asked what for. I said for being immature.

She told me to enjoy it while it lasts.

It’s sat that I’m a legal adult and I’m getting told to enjoy my youth by a kid. But I don’t think Delilah was ever truly a kid.