As I plugged my phone in to lay down my charger cord rattled the wall. It sounded akin enough to the jiggle of the door handle my heart fluttered with the thought of having you closer, having you layed next to me. The thought of everything being okay, just one more time.
Behind a refrigerator is not normally a place thought for comfort. However there is an odd stillness among the chaos in existing here. The bustle of the house passes by. Whoever didn't let you in will exclaim at the item, such a large one, being out of place. Tinkering away I stop to realize the world around me has not stopped. People get ready for their day, kids play, the leaves blow in the wind. Taking a second too long with my thought I catch myself waking up, not realizing I had dozed off to begin with