COULD I???

My friend is sleeping on the couch.

I wonder,can I take him out?

A hammer dangles from my hand.

I stand above him,I feel I can.

His eyelids move for some minor dream.

He'll end up forgetting,what it means.

I raise the hammer overhead.

Mumbling"wake up"through my breath.

He stays in slumber,I contemplate.

Where to hide the body,and the mess I'll make.

Will I miss him after this?

When the rush subsides,and I reminisce?

When people ask when I saw him last.

Will I choke,or will I pass?

The answers to questions I must rehearse.

Plan every reaction,and every word.

His eyes slowly open,as he comes to.

I hide the hammer,but I don't move.

He rolls himself over,and pulls the covers up.

Not knowing,just how close he was.