“She did so come riding down out of the sky on a flying horse!”
Carmen glanced around at the rest of her friends, daring anyone else to disagree. But no else did. She settled her gaze on the one who had interrupted her.
Kavita crossed her arms and peered ahead with her cool dark eyes.
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The quacking of a duck startled me awake. It was more a honk actually. The first time I heard it in the middle of the night, it was a horrific sound. Because I couldn’t place it. I never expected to hear a duck in the middle of the night where I live. But we have a pool, and they like to land in the pool sometimes.
In the middle of the night, some of the sounds that are innocuous or even unnoticeable during the day trigger worry or fear. The creak of a stair. The weird sounds that fridges make when they’re cycling through their…cycles. A duck honking.
The epitome of sound is music. I lie awake and listen for it. The chirping of crickets is the chorus of the night. But they have some accompaniment. The distant barking of a dog, answered by another. Engines revving, droning or trumpeting, as cars pass by on the nearby cross street. The sounds begin to sooth me.
I slip off into sleep.
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