Cravings

My house is silent. I am home alone with a sore throat and a fever. I can’t decide if the breeze from the ceiling fan is soothing or a subtle torture, but it doesn’t matter because my house is silent.

Most days I soak up other people’s joys and sorrows the way bread soaks up honey. I get high on being around you, all of you, most of the time. I crave companionship.

In four hours there will be noise and chaos, shoes and toys and squabbles and hugs. But right now, there is silence and it is also sweet.


10 responses to “Cravings

  1. When you’re sick, the quiet is all you crave, I think! Hope you feel better soon, if this is current. ☺

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  2. I like the bread soaking up honey image. I was expecting you to say water, but that wouldn’t have been quite right.

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    • I was hoping it would make sense! The whole piece is an attempt to satisfy an inadvertent challenge Rowan made to write a personal essay in 100 words. You know me, I can’t pass up a wordcount challenge…

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  3. Exquisite brevity goes to you. I always feel something when I read your work. Even if it’s only 100 words.

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  4. Finding the quiet can be impossible some days. Maybe that’s why I’m awake so early — to drink my cuppa in the quiet before all Hades breaks loose when the kids wake.

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  5. Beautiful. Your work is inspiring. I love how I felt the quiet despite being in a noisy room with a baby and two dogs.

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  6. ‘Me time’ is just the best! Even if you’re sick 🙂

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  7. Sometimes even quietness in sickness is a blessing.

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