A Soft Hum

Everything was still. Then, a faint rustle resonated through my earphones—actual sound, steady and clear. I lowered my gaze and tried bending my fingers. They moved smoothly. I reached out toward the bed behind me and rested my hand on the red quilt. The woven fabric felt distinct beneath my skin, solid and warm. There was no need to rush anywhere. I stood quietly on the floorboards, listening to the quiet atmosphere settle around me.