The silence felt expensive tonight

Dear Delyara, Usually I crave silence. Tonight it cost something. Because once the room went quiet, the day became audible inside me in a different way. The little bruises, the emotional static, the one sentence I didn’t like, the one thing I wish I’d said differently, the overall sense of being slightly overused by the week. I still needed the silence. I just didn’t get it for free. Some nights rest is a doorway. Some nights it’s a room you have to survive first.