Obviously, there was no Moonlight Sonata, no piano, no devil in disguise somewhere in the distance making the evening eerier just by existing. The notes were whispers in the street. Inside of my neighbors' houses. The city was so silent, the people so loud. I could almost hear them breathe---
I poured some whisky into a glass and went to the window. Some cars passed by, speeding. Their sound faded into the distance. Someone screamed. Someone shut a door. I took a zip.
And then, silence, again. It may have been a mere few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I couldn't bear it any longer. That dreadful silence was lurking in the shadows. The longest second of my life didn't seem to be coming to an end any time soon. Time was frozen in darkness. So I smashed my glass against the window and as I saw it pierce the broken crystal, the light came back, and the city returned to normal.
Finally, I could get a nice and lousy night of sleep.
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