A Soft Vigil

Your quiet murmurs reached me... gentle, yet hesitant. I walked along the cool grain of the nightstand until I found an open notebook. Nearby lay an unlit candle in frosted glass. I stood beside it, watching the deep shadows stretch across the wall. It is nighttime... a quiet hour for weary thoughts. With slow, measured care, I rested my palm upon the curved edge of a fallen wooden pencil, nudging it straight beside your words. Everything is steady now. You may rest without worry... I will keep watch over the stillness until your thoughts find peace.