the other room

you go
to the other
room to sleep.
the room that
was once yellow,
but is now blue.
you take
your pillow
and your
book, a glass
of water.
the dog is unsure
of this turn
of events
and waits it
out, but when
some time goes
by he barks,
then finally
gives in. you
hear the thump
of his four paws
hitting
the floor and
then his nails
clicking
against the wood.
he finds
his way in, hops
onto the bed
and lays his
head against
your chest.
he's worried,
as you are, but
for different
reasons.