I lay there silently, listening. Listening and observing. I heard the sound of water dripping from a tap slowly. I heard the metallic creaks and clangs of doors opening and shutting. If I listened closely I could hear the faint pitter patter of polished shoes walking the halls in a purposeful fashion. I could hear arguing too, but with all these noises, it was still somehow quiet. Peaceful, almost. I looked up at my narrow window wistfully, where a thin stream of golden sunlight poured out. I felt a strong pull inside me. A longing to be free again.
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This is great. Quite apt given the current situation with covid-19 and lockdown.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Jasmine. :)
ReplyDelete-Quinley