Don’t say a word.

It’s quiet.

Waking to the sounds of nothing.

Hearing myself chew as I eat.

The sound of the air blowing through the vents.

Clickclickclickclickclick of the keyboard.

There’s comfort in the quiet:  a heavy blanket, warming me to the core.

The sky so blue out my window calls my name,

but the kids aren’t here to catapult me out into the day.

I may move out into the sunlight,

but right now I’m going to sit and enjoy the quiet.

The stillness.

And listen to the sounds I sometimes struggle to hear.

My inner self.


And all that is between.

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