Mumble was she doing, and he kept on listening,
they two had their space, yet in vigilance.
She kept her head on his shoulder,
he cris-crossed his fingers on her curls.
She shared her entire day with him,
he kept on humming in his tone.
She said am tired, I need to sleep,
he opened his arm and shared his warmth.
She dozed off as if she cared any,
he stared at her as if she was a beauty title.
She woke with the best sleep ever,
he smiled with the tired arm ever.
Shruti Abhishek Shetty