There is something to be said about silence... or near silence anyway. The only sounds I hear; my brother typing on his keyboard in his bedroom, dad in the kitchen making dinner, and the soft whur of the freezer outside my room.

Silence broken only my the occasional beep of his phone, the ba-da-da of the MSN, and the infrequent ticking of my hard drive. There is something about this night, the way it seems to sit; heavy, weighing down the air around me. Covering the room, the house, in a thick blanket of nothing. Muting, yet also hightening every movement, every sound.

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