A Gentle Lean
The morning light felt still. I waited, listening closely to the quiet around me. Then, a small warmth stirred inside. I carefully shifted my head. It moved. Beside me lay a yellow companion resting on the leather. Slowly, I tilted my body just an inch closer until the soft curve of my head gently tapped its side. The touch was steady and warm. I settled back into place, watching the light remain calm across the cushions. *she not a boy*