The sound of a pump pushing air. Probably from the fish tank. A song is playing on repeat, possibly in my own head. The news is on, CNN. I could tell because I’d heard the anchor use the phrase ‘the Republicans’ about eight times in the past 30 seconds. The front door just opened, my brother must be home. He’s back at the house for the holidays. Droplets of rain come crashing against the roof every so often. A storm must be brewing. There was a big, loud crash just now. One of the puppy gates must’ve been knocked over. That sound could wake the dead. Now, all that I hear is blissful silence. Silence is quite remarkable to experience. Clarity washes over you at that moment.
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