Loony Bin

I’m stuck in the lounge;
George and Tucker are with Kelly.

Looking around the room I notice Angela,
sitting in the corner
alone.

She’s always alone.

She’s organizing a Connect Four board,
each column its own color,
creating a pattern:
red
Black
red
Black

Her long black hair is
tied up in a neat bun,
her clothes are immaculate.

I approach her
and take a seat.

“Hello Angela.”
I say.

She glances at me for a second
but returns to her organizing:
red
Black
red
Black

“hello.”
Her voice is a soft whisper,
I love it.

“Soooo”
“you wanna hang out?”

She glances at me for a second,
more than a second,
she doesn’t go back to
her organizing.

“What for?”

“cus my friends are busy
so now I’m lonely.”

She nods her head
and stands.

The always obedient Angela.

I lead her back to my room;
she looks around with
wide hazel eyes.

“Do you mind if I do some tidying?”

She’s so adorable.

“Go ahead.”

I watch as she folds my clothes
and makes the bed
and straightens my books.

“Why are you always so neat?”
I inquire.

Angela continues to clean.

“She says good girls are always tidy.”

I nod my head.

When she’s finished she stands
staring at the floor.

I sit on my bed
staring at her.

“You can come here you know.”
She glances up for a second
then walks towards me.

The always obedient Angela.