Waved at my friends as I patiently waited for them to leave my house and when it's finally me, my shoulders slummer down, the breath I've exhaled is deeper and a feeling of relief washing over me.

Glad that the day's over, because I couldn't stand another hour withthe usually joyful chattering. It's not that I hate them, I actually find them quite endearing. Although my mind requires an award for being able to keep listening through their words and talking back occasionally.

Now it's just me.

I'm with the best of friends of mine.

No words needed, no actions.

Just the presence.