The silence was thick. No chirps from birds, no hum of air conditioning, no laughter of children. Pure, unadulterated silence. I felt the couch underneath me, and I laid out to make myself more comfortable. The sliding door was open, and a soft breeze flowed into the apartment. If potted plants growing could make a sound, they’d be doing it. The smell of pollen given off by said plants, light and airy, floral and sweet, kept me company. I stared out the window, waiting patiently for cars to pass with their hushed zoom. The landscape was not uninterrupted by such disruptions. The anticipation made my hands shake. I closed my eyes and turned my perception inward. My heart beat gave its irregular beat in my chest, pulsing in my throat, and pounded in my inner ears.
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