My first roommate!
I was 14 years old,
when I got my first roommate.
And he was just, 8.
Not scared but excited,
to sleep alone, whole night.
Bed was five times bigger to his size,
but to him it was
five times smaller than mine.
Three feet guy,
demanding queen size blanket.
And discovered in morning that
floor had the warmth of it not him.
We all usually sleep straight,
but he made sure that every inch of bed felt him,
sleeping 360° all night,
every morning it seemed like a big dreaming fight.
He was not the detective mom hired,
but had his eye on every action of mine.
Always went late even if the home tutor was on time,
but complains against me were always on time.
I used to get all the presents and chocolates,
now he gets the bigger ones and me the tiny ones.
Mom kept mine old clothes inside,
he wears them out thinking it's new.
My table drawer,
was always like a treasure box to him,
hence I could never save any chocolate in it.
All my old toys,
met it's end with his hands.
I am 21 today, and he is 15.
We are not roommates any more,
but I miss that stubborn idiot a lot.