Bonky Wonky

Bonky Wonky

BAM

BAM

BAM!!!!

The sound of minute clacking that the coat hangers

pound through

the air

wakes me up in worse ways than active combat must have for some soldiers.

Why does she need to rearrange coat hangars?!

and RIGHT NOW?!!

Oh no……

Nooooooooooooooooooo———————-

A spoon clinking on the underside of a bowl…

Constantly…

Lightly….

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F U C K.

STOP!!!!

Ok. I may have sensory issues.

But now

There is complete silence

other than the slow buzzzzz of the fan_____________________

and it is absolutely wonderful.

Now I can commune with my lower thoughts,

the birds chirping outside,

the breathing energy of the space around me

and what my lungs mean to it,

and become a little freer

from my own mind;

and others.