Contact

I remember when I was much, much younger as an airman stationed overseas.  One night while in my dorm room, I got the distinct feeling someone would be coming to my dorm room door.  Sure enough, after a short while, this young man I kinda-sorta knew, a fellow airman, knocked. 

I was already half asleep as it was pretty late, maybe around 2:00am, but I got up to answer the door.  He had a sad...maybe not sad, but more like yearning look on his face.  And without a word, he came in and we sat side by side on my bed.  He then laid his head on my stomach.  He put his arms around my waist and I draped my arms across his back and we laid like that for a little while.  I think he eventually dozed off for a little while....I think I did too.  After a while, as if the timing was something we'd previously agreed upon, I got up and I walked him to the door and he left. 

If we talked during that time, I don't remember it nor the conversation.  All I knew was he needed some form of connection without judgement.  I don't remember ever talking to him about it later.  It was just a moment.  A pure and innocent moment.