this morning #1303.

this morning, she looked absolutely exhausted. heavy eyes. slumped shoulders. sunk into the couch. i asked if she was ok. she just shrugged. i went to the kitchen & fixed two cups of coffee. brought them out. took a seat next to her on the couch. for a while, we just sat there in silence. i could see she needed time to think. instinctually, i wanted to get her talking, ask what’s wrong. i stopped myself though, knowing how rare of a moment this is. usually, when we’re together, we can’t shut up. gift of gab. it’s like a contest to see who can quash the quiet first. i’m not sure what she needs right now but that’s definitely not it so i sat there. sipped my coffee. waited for a more appropriate moment to speak.