You. You are just standing there, and you feel weak. There are loud noise around you in echoes because you don’t want to feel the loneliness of quiet. Not today.
It is abrasive and sounds like the banging of trashcans in the rain. Head hurts. Heart hurts. Eyes are dried open. No coffee today, just watching the fog lift from the lake out back and letting noises take over.
“ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, this is going to be ok.” you reassure yourself. “It’s just annoying, nothing more than annoying”