Some Prose

Here is some prose I wrote! Please comment!

These Little Pockets (19.5.08)

I love these little pockets -- these little pockets of muffled sounds when I am alone. The low buzz of the air conditioner as it cools the darkness of my house. A combination of sounds creep into my consciousness: the muffled chatter of my parents arguing about their next vacation destination brush against their walls reducing their voices to ribbons of air then the chime of the house-cat's collar bell that follow his rounds in his nocturnal restlessness. These are the sounds of my night. The only time my body is truly quiet but my mind is running away. I lay on my back with my hands folded, holding the curves of my breasts and elbows at my side. I lock my eyes closed and quiet my body. Then I drift into my thoughts-- thoughts to close the day with. Thoughts of what I am going to do the next day. If I work, my thoughts linger to what I am going to do beforehand. The hurried cold cheese sandwich and chicken broth combo for breakfast and a fast read through the celebrity news in the Living section of the Desert Sun. If no work, then a press of the snooze button at eight and a turn away from the sun filtering through the window. A mental list is prepared to be returned to when I wake up. Then the pockets take over and my body is calm. My parents argue no more and the air conditioner buzzes away and the house-cat purrs next to me. These little pockets of subtle night activity settle me into my slumber only to disappear in the day.