SEPTEMBER 27, 2018
When Blue woke up, he found Red clinging tightly to him, still fast asleep. A smile spread across his face as he remembered—it was their birthday. He hugged his twin back just as tightly and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then, he slowly rose from the bed. Once he had managed to do so, he grabbed his guitar hanging on the wall. He had plans to serenade his beloved brother. He suddenly remembered something Red once said—that someday, Blue would play music for him without complaining. For Blue, today was that day, especially since it was so special for both of them.
He slung the guitar strap over his shoulder and began to play and sing.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, Red.”
Red slowly opened his eyes, awak
