The hum of the fridge.
The gentle gurgle of the dishwasher.
Silence after Rachmaninov.
A single light shining from the other side of the valley.
Phantom straggly, shaggy leaves and branches beckoning mysteriously.
The grey-blue computer rectangle screen.
Defined box of light beyond which lies the darkness.
The semi-austere dining chair - suede-ish leading to a firm seat boundary.
The premonition of nausea.
Stillness and anticipation.
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