It’s six o’clock in the afternoon, there are only two people in the house, maybe four, It’s hard to remember. It’s always been busy, people shifting from place to place, yelling, talking for no reason at all.
I try to sleep but it’s impossible, the loudness of the house is overwhelming. The exhaustion of the day forces me to nod off, even for few minutes.
Before I know it, it’s the morning. Few minutes turned into hours. The house is never asleep, this time it’s the tv — indistinguishable, vague sounds from the bottom floor. Can’t shake off the morning daze, wakefulness settles in later than usual.
It’s nine, or ten in the morning. The window, even when closed, fails to filter out the outside fuss. Dog barking followed by quick, sharp exchange between strangers– a daily ritual, nothing but background noise at this point.
As the day comes to close once again, as it gets darker every little thing comes to life. There were times where things like this did not bother me, but I might be remembering it wrong.
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PRAIRIELAND
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Undercover
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Transition