After having a bit of a strangish dream last night (check my Dream Journal story for context) about my family leaving me behind when they go somewhere states away, I woke up to discover myself in a still-strange situation.
The entire house is silent. It's roughly 10 AM and I hear nothing but the sounds of crows, bird, squirrels, air conditioning, and the winds pushing against my house.
This is the usual scenery for a normal person. But not me. I have an autistic brother named Peter who constantly plays videos on his iPad over and over, but I do not hear it upstairs.
My parents would be up by now, yet they're either sleeping in or just being very quiet in their room.
My brother Joseph has left for work, but that's actually the usual.
The silence of the house was eagerly welcomed by a groggy-minded me. It's a rare, blessed occurrence that leads to greater relaxation and peace.
Yet it just makes me feel... uncomfortable.
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