Comfort

I heard a whisper. "I'm scared." She was sitting in the dark stairwell, her head bowed and her arms wrapped around the dirty, smelly blanket that is her Goig. I scooped her up into my arms. She trembled just slightly, buried her head in my neck, said, "I miss you right now." All time and place phases and shifts for She and Me are not two but One. Her voice is my voice and my arms are her arms. Comfort.