The quiet friend
He sat there quietly. Always on the same spot on the couch where she paused for a rest from her tiring and incessant schedule.
She lightened up every time she saw him. And when they hugged, she would inhale deeply letting out a faint sigh with that exhale.
He had a way of easing the tension she inexplicably carried on her shoulders. She burdened herself with too much stress for her own good. Even he could see it.
But it was enough for him that he made her smile. And that, even if just for a little while, she would let her troubles slip away from her mind. For those few seconds she could empty her head. She found comfort in him and was grateful for his presence.
Even if he didn’t say much. Or anything at all for that matter.
It would be a little strange if he did.
After all, he was just a fluffy teddy bear.
But the person who gifted it to her knew he was much more.