The wind blows lightly. The clock ticks slowly. My fingers smash into the keyboard.

The TV is muted. Smith is resting. Jess is, unfortunately, in the hospital. My phone is not ringing.   The doors and windows are shut, block outside noise.

My brain is clear. Free to roam through my head, searching for something to do. Take a nap? Continuing writing? Read? Play a game? The possibilities are endless, yet limited.

I have less than two hours. Then, I must move about. Eat, clean up, take Smith for a walk, drive to the hospital, spend my night in an uncomfortable setting where peace and relaxation come to die while one’s body is being saved. I must be an adult and deal with the stresses of life. I must take care of things while Jess is away before doing my best to take care of her when she returns.

Until then. I enjoy the silence.

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