Work time

I love silence. I move through it as if it were water. It slows me down and bubbles past me as I walk. My ears fill up with silence and force me to listen to the words in my head. I close my eyes and images flash before me. A child tugging at his mother's skirt in the museum. The grasshopper on my hand in the insect zoo. The Thanksgiving table. I do not miss the voices in the house. I'm not worried about the lack of laundry sounds. I do not need music.
Purrr. Ivan breaks the silence.