This morning the silence is startling by it’s emptiness. A flat calm world paused as if at that moment between breaths
I wake uneasy. The deluge, wind and grey gone. No noise except the ringing in my ears. A solitary bird muffled, distant, told to shush
Waiting, nothing happens. Familiar creaks and bangs. Cats, dogs, cars, planes and trains. Then the silence grows, an impenetrable wall
A sharp intake of breath, a cough, a start. The world has woken. Now I’m falling, crashing, rolling back to where I was before I slept
