The skies were angry last night. Winds whistled through swaying trees. In the darkness the sound of small quakes could be heard together with the padding of drums. Slow at first then faster. Softer then louder. A vastness that shook like throw rugs my mother used to jar outside a back door. Dust bunnies blowing away in the breeze…..
Listening, my eyes were closed to everything. A world full of black nothingness. Suddenly, a sense of hearing bloomed as if for the first time. An awakening in a world others would consider silent at that hour.
My husband’s back lay close beside. Even breaths. First in…then out. Soothing to me. The flat of my hand felt his warmth through the cool of fresh, crisp sheets.
An electric clock atop our nightstand. A snapshot within my mind. Glowing hands in fluorescent moved with every second. More sounds to my ears. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
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