The Echo of Silence.
English

The Echo of Silence.

by

daily life

Morning light poured through the window, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow. Dust motes danced in the air, and the warmth of the sun wrapped around me like a soft blanket. I stood at the counter, carefully measuring a tablespoon of porridge into my bowl, the familiar routine bringing a sense of comfort. But then, a strange trembling broke the tranquility, a subtle vibration that sent a shiver down my spine.

I paused, spoon hovering mid-air, my brow furrowing in confusion. The plastic windows were locked tight, their soundproofing usually effective at keeping the outside world at bay. What was that noise? Odd, I thought, frowning as I set the spoon down with a soft clink.

I leaned in, straining to listen. The sound seemed to pulse from a shadowy corner of the kitchen, near the sink. Was that water flowing through the pipes? I stepped closer, my heart quickening, but the pipes remained unnervingly silent, their usual gurgle absent.

Curiosity piqued, I wandered into the bathroom. The sound grew louder here, wrapping around me like an unseen presence. The walls seemed to vibrate, resonating with a melody that felt almost alive. I stood still, entranced, as the haunting notes played on for about a minute, filling the air with an eerie beauty.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, silence enveloped the room, swallowing the sound whole. With a heavy sigh, I turned back towards the kitchen, the porridge now cold and forgotten in its bowl, the lingering mystery still tugging at the edges of my thoughts, refusing to let go.

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