Benny Inside The Wood

I crept out from under the armchair skirt and made my way toward the acoustic guitar leaning near the dark sofa corner. Freezing in place, I listened until the entire room became entirely motionless. A slender, pale arm sprouted from my left flank to steady my grip as I climbed up the curve of the polished wooden waist. Reaching the open soundhole, I squeezed my torso through the edge into the shadowed interior cavity. Inside, the air smelled dry and warm with aged spruce. When I tapped the back wood with my knuckles, a deep, hollow hum bloomed all around me, vibrating directly through my ribs like a slow heartbeat. Benny!#Rune&nute

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