the trust from a new friend

she fell asleep against me as i listened to a podcast on the history of the chicago school of economics. her feet resting on my chest, slow, rhythmic breathing. two months ago she first came into my life. she is often stubborn and yells when you touch her. but in that moment, against the backdrop of a mad world, her peaceful sleep and gentle purrs against my chest bring me relief. there is no demand to be perfect, to be on time, to get a 4.0, to save money, to do anything. she is a cat, and that is all she will ever need to be.