Sounds

The world is silent.

There is the sound of cars passing on streets below.

There is the sound of tree branches groaning with protest to movement.

There is the sound of the wind slapping against the walls of my house, and knocking on my door after it has passed through my window.

There is the sound of Lucy breathing next to me.
Lucy is my dog.

There is the sound of your hand reaching to find my hip, and finding its way around me.

There is the sound of my turning to face you.

There is the sound of me inhaling the rustic, smooth, familiar scent of you, and exhaling in time with my closing eyes.

There is the sound of us simultaneously falling asleep.

There is the sound of us.

And the world is silent.

And the world is perfect.

-Beaskie