I love sleeping on my right ear.
The entire world goes completely silent.
No more passing cars or humming air conditioners.
No more snoring housemates or singing crickets.
The delicate, though distracting, melodies of the world dreaming in unison, gone completely tacit.
I know those sounds are there, they are implied, but nothing of it is said to me.
I can't make this mistake often because when I do, I miss the alarm.
And I can't stand to be late for anything,
But when I find myself in this state of silence, there is solace inside waiting for me.
Complete solace.
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