She rests her head on my shoulders

She rests her head on my shoulders. She has been the last few hours. My shoulder is starting to get sore but I say nothing. The soreness is minuscule in comparison to her agony. If I must be subjected to pain so hers can be alleviated that I will be a willing participant. I will volunteer as tribute. I will take all of the hits if it meant she could sleep with a bit more peace.

She rests her head on my shoulders. She doesn’t say much and neither do I. We’ve spoken of the predictable matters already. We’ve gone through the dance of catching up on irrelevant things. We could say more, there’s plenty of words to be said but we don’t. We just sit in each other’s company and let the silence sooth whatever internally ails us.  She rests her head on my shoulders. She leans on me, seeking support she doesn’t always get elsewhere. The world is external to us. The very world that disappoints with its variable actors and their corresponding behaviours. But there is no misfortune here. The world is external to us and it’s harm cannot penetrate these walls of friendship. These walls are strong, these walls are sturdy. There is a robust resilience around us. She rests her head on my shoulders as we remain confined in our very own safe space and all of its encompassing stability.