Some days are simply meant for… being.

 

Eeyore lowered his head and murmured, “I’m not much good today, Pooh.”

Pooh shuffled a little closer, his voice soft and warm. “That’s all right, Eeyore. Some days aren’t meant for being much good. Some days are simply meant for… being.”

Eeyore let out a small, weary sigh.
“Everything feels a bit heavier than usual. Not the kind you can see. Just the kind that sits inside you.”

Pooh nodded slowly, as if he understood every unspoken part.
“Then I’ll stay right here and help you carry it.”

Eeyore blinked in confusion.
“But you can’t see it, Pooh. It’s not the sort of heavy you can pick up.”

“I know,” Pooh said gently. “But even invisible heaviness can feel lighter when someone stands beside you.”

For a long moment, Eeyore just looked at him — as if searching for the right words, or perhaps trying to believe he deserved them. Finally, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said,
“Thank you, Pooh.”

Pooh smiled, warm as honey in sunlight.
“You don’t need to thank me, Eeyore. That’s what friends do. They stay. They listen. They sit in the quiet with you. Even when they can’t change the weather inside your heart.” 

Pooh gently settled down at Eeyore’s side, their shoulders almost touching.
“Besides,” he added, “cloudy days aren’t so bad when you don’t face them alone.”

Eeyore gave a tiny nod — the kind that meant more than words.
And together they stayed, saying nothing, sharing everything, letting the heaviness become just a little easier to hold.