White noise.
It's all I heard,
Something that sounded like shuffling, like brittle old grass.
Being rubbed together.
Muffled squeaks,
Like hands sliding against a Linoleum desk in a class room - somewhere where the humid summer had taken over. Making it impossible for students to concentrate on the speech - flowing painfully slowly from the teachers lips.
Then.
Brights lights, stinging, burning, blinding.
The sound of rushed yelling and fast paced foot steps - the feeling like that of when you breach the surface of a swimming pool and all your senses that were once muffled are slowly crystal clear again.
