Together

Her head is on my shoulder. She is tied, but still awake. My sister sitting besides me, on my bed. She closes her eyes and listen to my writing keys. She ask me why I'am doing this, and I say it's because the sounds of silence and pressing key is good for me. She can't understand it. Nor me.
We are together. And it is nice.
Her t-shirt says, 'I'am a fan', and I'am too.
Sometimes she just want to make me mad, and mostly it works. Sometimes she wanner be held. Just to be left be, in silence care. Sometime I need that aswell.
'This is boring' she says, almost asleep. She can't understand it. Maybe she can... 'Can we go do something else?'... 'No'... And then she begins to tease me.
She is my friend, like no other... In good and bad.
Now she's asleep. Open mouth, and her hand around my arm.
We are together, in different places.
I'll get her in bed.