Don’t Make a Sound

Nothing but dead silence in the air, as you hear the whispers of the wind wrestling in the air.

What do I do?

The words echoing through silence of the hallways and stillness of the hard wooden floors

The quietness in the air reflects a sliver of moonlight that spilled into the room, not enough to ignite the fiery hues of the room, but enough to navigate between the smooth pine wooden chairs through my window pane.

Let me in…. Let me in…..

There is a knock on the door

Who is it?  No one answers

As the door slowly opens by the force of the whispering and restless wind

Nothing is there but the sound of silence in the air

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