By G.L Hanan
There isn’t much to it. Blocking out the irritating music, becomes like flies in the height of summer. There’s the incessant buzzing in your ears and then suddenly there isn’t. The interesting conversation drives it away, or the thoughts and memories swirling through your mind like a lazy bath smother it.
The doors open and close, often enough to remind you of where you are. But sometimes, sometimes there is a break that seems to go on for too long and it starts to get hot and panic rolls over you like a rush of nausea. But that doesn’t tend to happen so much anymore. Not since the new couple moved in. They are always coming or going.