I walk in the basement.
Silence.
I shut the door softly.
Stillness.
I take off my too-loud boots.
Soundless.
I slip up the stairs to the kitchen.
Snoring.
I open my computer.
Snoring.
Snoring.
Snoring.
I begin to slice.
I kept waiting for the silence to be broken. But I love the silence. and the slicing. they are so good together.
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