The Silence Scream

A single scream

 Cold, bone chilling harsh breath  as the birds sat frozen on the trees.  A world stilled, lost in the years long winter replacing the forgotten spring. To think it all started when the ground shook.

       I was unmoving resting under blankets draped over my curled up form. My mind was a white abyss, barely cognizant of my own body. My hand which most have slipped from out of the covers brought sensations of teeth chattering cold. Slowly the abyss faded into the dully lit outlines of my room. Little amounts of light flittering through the close blinds. I listen and there was nothing beyond myself and the boards. The ever present hum of electricity in our increasingly modernized world was gone replace only with the steady beat of my own heart. 

   My movement were slow as bear coming out of hibernation. The warmth of my blanket nest called to me inviting me to stay. I had stop get moving now or I knew I wouldn't have the motivation for hours. Rolling over to check my phone I saw something surprising there was no signal, quickly sending a message to my friend. It failed to send. Wrenching myself for bed, I went to flip on the lights and with no surprise it didn't turn on. Moving to open the blinds and look out, the sight of snow blanketing fresh green grass. It was almost halfway through spring. 

   Finally waking up, I up on a thick sweater and pants. There was a lot to take so I grabbed a notebook and warped myself in blankets to  get away from the biting cold.  Pulling off the pen cap, I begun scribbling down all that I knew. 

    1. It was snowing in flipping spring. Forever censoring myself. 

    2. Power is out and has been for some time. 

I pulled my self into a tighter cocoon of blankets. The world I thought knew had changed. The silence I had always strived for haunted me now the absence comfortable familiars. The background hum of life silenced.  The logical part of my brain took over realizing that fire would be good for my continued survival. This was not the morning I woke up for.

Continuing to sit in bed wasn't helping me get a fire going so I reluctantly trudged downstairs with blankets draped over my shoulders like a cape. It was strange how the light filtered into the room like a shallow imitation of what once had been. The lack of sound was disturbing filling the uncomfortable void. Hot chocolate would warm me up and give me sometime to think. In the kitchen, the wood floor creaked in ways it never had before. Shaking the kettle on the stove and sighing in relief when there was still water in it from however last used it. 

Ahh, water was going to be a problem later on but I could shove it aside for now. Turning the burn on and listening to the sparkler click before the poof of ignition, I then made my way to the couch looking out at through the large windows into our backyard. The snow that rested on the grass wasn't the white blanketing it as I had expect. The snow wasn't white at a all but gray and upon closer inspection of the snow on the deck it was the gray of ash.

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