Silence

This day was quite different than the day before. Not in respect to me, but the layout of the day in general. Perhaps because there was a dreadful storm, but after it died down, everything was the utmost quiet. As I laid in bed gazing at the ceiling, all I could hear were the noises from inside the house which, strangely, was quiet as it never were. I could hear people's footsteps in the corridor, the faint distant clanking of dishes in the kitchen, some understandable muttering coming from the television in my brother's room, even the cats opening the doors to sneak in. Outside, every once in a while I could hear a car speeding by. Nothing more. At first I thought there was something wrong with my hearing, so I made an extra effort to recognize where the sounds were coming from. Since they were faint and distant, I figured my hearing was just fine. 

I haven't been listening to much music as of late, somehow. I don't feel like it, I guess. Nothing new to my ears, the inspiration from it dies off after such a long time listening to the same tunes. My brand new ipod lays practically new and unused stashed deep inside my bag. And as I lay there listening to nothing, watching the colours of the ceiling change as the sun sets behind a number of grey buildings that hide the horizon, I wish there was something I wanted to listen to. I just lay there, though, dully, not even bothering to get up and turn on the light as my room turns into mere dark shapes. But I do not. I stay put, letting the drowsiness of the silence wash over me. I had forgotten how peaceful the city could be.