Fleeting.

It was just yesterday, and a moment later, it's all changed.

He was still there. My arm on his shoulder, his soft breathing against his pillow. He needed sleep, and so we were leaving. His eyes closed, his face peaceful. He didn't open his eyes much, and he almost couldn't recognise me but that didn't matter. He didn't even have the strength to.

Just a moment. And neither did I.