Amnesia and Star Child

Blue comes and goes as he pleases. I know he’s there inside of me, but he won’t come out unless he feels like it.
Oh what I would have done to have Blue take over in the meet and greet.
Her name is Leila, but that was all I could gather.
I was far too exhausted to strike any kind of conversation.
Damn you Blue!
Rosie was echoing my footsteps as usual - she comes with me wherever I go.
Telepathy might help transmit emotions, but it doesn’t do too good in starting conversations.
And somehow I don’t think Leila would’ve appreciated the emotions Rosie was channeling from me through to her.
I doubt anyone would want to know the miserable nutcase I am.
When that ordeal was over we headed to a hotel down towards the center of Paris where we booked in and started calling dibs on rooms.
“Mike dude, are you feeling alright?” Chester asks, slinging an arm over my shoulders as we walked down the hall.
“Yeah, I’m cool.” I reply flatly.
Liar.
Actually, I feel like Nessie decided to skip the lullaby and pay me a little visit.
I feel squashed, like a squirrel that had just got too close to the road and ended up road kill.
Rosie of course, with intricate wave patterns transmitting through the telepathic link likened my lethargic mood to that of a dying star.
Thanks Rosie.
She steadily loped next to Chester, her ungainly ape arms dragging on the ground as she slowed down to our pace, her great, weighty hind legs matching our pace easily.
But it’s true. It’s like your life force is collapsing within itself.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Chester stops suddenly and stands in front of me.
“To tell you the truth, I’m beat.” I mumble finally.
I realize then that I’m swaying on my feet.
God where’s Blue? Loaded with energy and psycho-ness the guys have come to expect of me.
It’s not me guys, it’s Blue.
“You need to get to bed and have a good sleep - that’s what you need.” Chester says.
Suddenly my knees buckle and I slump into him; Chester catches me and but staggers under my weight.
I feel so inhumanly heavy.
Chester heaves and drags me to a room.
“Shit Mike!” Chester puffs and heaves my lifeless form onto the bed.
Ah, pillows.
Rosie stays back, her tail in the air like a spider monkey, heart light aglow with worry.
“Mike did you take something?” Chester asks as he catches his breath.
“No.” I breathe weakly.
Memories come flooding back as soon as my eyes weld themselves shut.
Chester takes hold of my hand and struggles to lift it - it feels like an iron weight to me too.