Sitting alongside...

So I tripped this morning at the top of the stairs and fell awkwardly in the doorway to the attic, banging my elbow and landing palm-down on the flat-iron doorstop by the attic stairs... ouch.

I lay awhile, looking at the books on the lowest shelf, idly wondering where we had assigned 'Bell Hooks', who I want to re-read, but haven't come across since we moved..

Then I sat on the top step, testing each finger in turn, flexing my wrist and regaining my equilibrium. My little terrier arrived and sat beside me, in silent sympathy, the epitome of the definition of a friend...