I remember
a distracting office. a phone call across the country, clear across provinces to your mom. cold air brushing in. a sinking pothole of a couch. time creeping by so agonizingly slowly. a cubicle of a room. i was falling asleep. so worried. about everything. and so tired.
and tired of being worried. and worried of my exhaustion.
You turned your body just slightly
(or maybe purposely towards me)
and your hand moved onto my arm
slowly moving, gripping, touching and holding me in place.
so casually.
and I felt
so safe
and calmed.
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