Slow Day

Sitting in my house where everyone is either absent or sleeping. The Grey clouds roll in from the west and the wind picks up from the east. Silently writing as I sit on my big red couch pondering life and common sense as we know it. With the Television running and low volume I can see the reflection in the window in front of me. I can barley hear the local news reporter talking about what is happening in the world and in the city. The sun slowly peaks out from the clouds and shines right through the window blinding me with its power. I take the pillow and shield my face, eyes and mouth from the burning light. Even now everything is very quiet and still. Now with the TV off all I can hear is the constant tap-tap of my keyboard and the air slowly exiting my mouth. It is a slow day and that is the way I like it.


Noah Reynolds