Alone in a room with a warm, dim light. The TV was on for a while, a deep steady voice keeping company, but the time has passed. The mood has shifted. I'm ready to listen to my silence.
A fan kicks on, briefly. Not quite summer, but not autumn enough to entice me to give up the AC. Sometimes the air hits just right, the dry chill embraces like lake-water.
Textiles breathe in my hands. The pop of a needle through taut linen. The whisper of the thread's friction. Or some slight squeak of yarn as I pull through a loop on my hook. Aluminum, acrylic, and the sweat of my palms cannot help but release some small sound when they meet.
The gentle purr of my constant companion in my lap. Sometimes, she sniffles. I surprise her with a kiss to her furry forehead and she trills a "hello" as our eyes meet. Unconditional love.
Tiny, delightful bubbles fizz in my sparkling drink. Pillow cases and cool sheets rustle with every movement. A contented sigh escapes me as I bask in my living silence.
About the Creator
Rebekah Conard
33, She/Her, a big bi nerd
How do I write a bio that doesn't look like a dating profile? Anyway, my cat is my daughter, I crochet and cross stitch, and I can't ride a bike. Come take a peek in my brain-space, please and thanks.
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Comments (4)
Thank you for this piece. Beautiful imagery.
Great imagery!
Outstanding!!! Silence is always comforting!!! Subscribed!
Beautiful and very comfy