A slim head rested light on a bony shoulder. The head may or may not have thought it was slim. The shoulder definitely thought itself to be bony.
Ever more comfortable, the head snuggled into the crook of a much softer neck, hair brushing with each bump on the road.
Months later, the memory still nestles in the shoulder, the past bumping against the present.
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