The Hoodie

The summer is almost over and the days are getting chillier. I looked around the room yet again for that hoodie I always like to cuddle up with. I let out a long disappointed sigh as I sat back on my bed, remembering that you took it with you this time.  I pouted to myself "that was my favorite!"

Some nights, when the day's been lonely and the night is too quiet, and when i have trouble settling down, I turn on the radio and put on that hoodie.  It always make me feel better and puts me to sleep.

I reached over to my closet and grabbed the first sweater I laid my hands on. The sweater kept me warm but it just isn't the same.

I told you that it was ok for you to take it, but now i just feel like I have nothing to remember you by.

But it's fair, I suppose, the hoodie is yours after all.