Comfortable Silence

I was reading my book 
Snug in my little nook
Entranced by the flowing prose
I was in my comfy clothes
When you came upstairs 
You sat in the little egg chair
You maintained the silence
We've developed a reliance
On this strange dynamic 
We probably both need a mechanic 
After several minutes, I look at you  
You look like you always do
Black hair unbrushed 
Face a little flushed 
Your looking out the window
The afternoon light setting your face a glow
I think you look pretty this way
Unassuming in the face of the day
Your not trying to be something, you just are
And that has gotten you pretty far