My Little Works

What made the world a quiet place

The first night was the least suspecting. Kaiden woke up in his bed, as he did every night before the sun arose. He would always fall back asleep, so to him, it was as though his body had an appointment at the witching hour. Tonight was different though, instead of being greeted by the almost rhythmic sound of gossiping crickets and the coolness of the autumn air, it was still, the air that is, and the silence was all but in short supply. Kaiden didn't understand it, however as he tried to dwell on it, the silence and stillness left hand and hand, returning the world to as it was, and before long Kaiden went with it, falling back into the allure of sleep.

The second night however left much to the imagination. Kaiden woke up in his bed, as he did the night before, and while it took him a second, he felt it again, the same confusion he felt last night. He sat up in his bed, ears perked, waiting for the slightest sound, however for the next few moments, he was met with nothing, it was as though the world was frozen, and then it unfroze. Kaiden sat there puzzled, as the creatures of the night went about their business as though nothing had happened. He tried to form thoughts in his mind, a picture of what might be happening, but sleep was nagging him back into bed, and while it took him longer to go down that time, he still fell asleep.

Kaiden's head was filled with a many thoughts that day, clouding his mind as he went about his chores. What was he to think, was nature playing a game, of course not nature knows no games, it is one. Maybe it was danger that drove the world into silence, but then there would have been running, no rabbit or deer would sit and be caught, but all of nature sat, cowering in fear. It was these thoughts that led Kaiden to where he was now.

The third night was different, or at least it was going to be. Kaiden didn't wake up in bed, as he wasn't in bed at all, he sat in a chair he had bought earlier that day, placed strategy next to an open window. He also didn't wake that night, as he never went to bed, since dusk he had remained sat in that orange chair, posted up in it like a stationed guard, watching as the clock ticked by. 1:00, 1:30, 2:00, 2:30, 3:00, 3:30, until it was 4 in the morning. In that moment Kaiden's head filled up, thoughts, theories, questions, queries, and everything of the sort clouded his mind yet again, as he waited for the soft songs of the night to die, but they lived on. Kaiden, still posted in the orange chair watched in confusion as the cloak ticked by even more, 4:05, 4:10, 4:15 up until 4:30 Kaiden sat in that chair. What was he supposed to do? His plan to catch whatever phenomenon was forcing nature into this grand mannequin challenge had been foiled by that exact same phenomenon. It was as if what or whoever was doing this knew he was watching, waiting, listening. So Kaiden sat there as his mind emptied and he was left with only one thought: What made the world a quiet place?