My shoulder is irritated and red from scratching it all day
And my arms are tired from lugging around my weighted blanket
I wanted to give it another chance after a year long
Unsuccessful, one sided battle of trying to keep it from falling off my bed

Now I sit back, smothered by my blanket and two cats
Two cats that picked up on the distress radiated by fiddling hands
And consistent scratching on my shoulder and arms
Like statues they prop themselves up on my legs to keep an eye out for danger

With a swift glance to my reading material, one cat finds her way to my stomach

[Hey it's been a hot minute, so I thought I'd poetry dump!]