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As the night drags on I hear it moving down the stairs from the empty bedrooms overhead. It slowly closes in on me as it slides though the den and into the dining room. It creeps into the living room before capturing my bedroom where I lie awake and listen.
Again, the condescending silence surrounds me.
Moving in rhythm with the stillness that has already caused my breath to gather in light gasps, in order that I can listen more closely, the silence moves like a fog across the hardwood floor and floats into my bed. It curls up with me, becoming part of me. Like so many nights before, I lie here with the suffocating silence, and wait nearly breathless for that one moment when her key meeting the lock instantly sucks the silence from the house. I wait for her to step through the back door in her usual drunken stupor. She never does.
Because she never returned, I have the whole bed to my self. Content, I roll over and grin, and sleep with my new friend silence.

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