It wasn't working. The slamming doors, the distant music, the rattling air conditioner, and that clock. It was the worst of all. That never ending, constant, unwavering tick. How could anyone expect to calm their nerves enough to sleep with such a poorly orchestrated symphony of endless noise.
"Listen" His voice said so quietly she barely noticed.
Listen? Listen! She had been listening! Listening so closely, the idea of a peaceful night's sleep was as far from her as the moon streaming unwanted light through her window.
"Listen" He said again, more clearly this time.
Fine. Fine. She would listen, but with as much obstinance as she could muster. But she would listen.
- A door slammed.
- The clock ticked.
- Distant music echoed.
- The clock ticked.
- The air conditioner rattled.
- The clock ticked.
- The clock ticked.
- The clock ticked.
- "That is how I love you."
- "That is how I love you."
- "That is how I love you."
And with the sweetest lullaby she had ever heard, sleep took her.
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