I sat in almost complete silence.

All the sounds around me.

The low humming of a spinning fan.

The whisper of the trees outside.

The gentle rustle of a sleeping, energetic puppy.

The low talking of my family.

The gentle and quiet sound of pencil on paper.

All the scents around me.

Tropical, soothing, melting candles.

Old, new, and damaged books.

Slight mustiness of a playful puppy.

All the things I feel.

A comforting presence of my puppy.

Someone, but no one, looming over me.

Gentle bursts of air from the fan.

All the things I see.

Ribbons dangling, swaying gently.

A soft wave of a candle flame.

Colors bursting all around.

All this is oddly comforting.

It's my gentle.

~Raiyne B.