listen
Stop. Listen.
The dryer sings a continuous hum and clunks as buttons and cotton roll around in manufactured heat. I sink gratefully onto freshly laundered sheets and close my eyes. Underneath the dryer hum, the city speaks. An intermittent rush of interstate travel. Nightly FedEx flight patterns begin. There’s a distant rattle of a garage door being opened, then lowered a minute later. Muted footfalls alert the alley there’s a passenger on their way to the Pub. Frantic yelping from the Yorkie in the yard next door. Laughter, then hushed conversation as a couple strolls down the street. The strained whirring of the ice maker makes its presence known. There’s a chirp, then the phone vibrates a few inches across the coffee table in the next room. Someone’s texting.
Time to rejoin the world.
The dryer sings a continuous hum and clunks as buttons and cotton roll around in manufactured heat. I sink gratefully onto freshly laundered sheets and close my eyes. Underneath the dryer hum, the city speaks. An intermittent rush of interstate travel. Nightly FedEx flight patterns begin. There’s a distant rattle of a garage door being opened, then lowered a minute later. Muted footfalls alert the alley there’s a passenger on their way to the Pub. Frantic yelping from the Yorkie in the yard next door. Laughter, then hushed conversation as a couple strolls down the street. The strained whirring of the ice maker makes its presence known. There’s a chirp, then the phone vibrates a few inches across the coffee table in the next room. Someone’s texting.
Time to rejoin the world.
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