The sink is dripping.
Muted sounds come from the outside, but I don't bother to listen for them.
There is a silence through the house.

My brother rustles some papers in his room.
I hear the computer humming quietly.
The daisy blooms from Valentines droop slightly; their ivory petals reflect the soft light coming from the window.

I stare at my white keyboard.
I feel stiff, but I just want to curl up in a comforter in the quiet.
It is afternoon.

What to do?
The blinds next to me are crooked; they remind me of Summer.
Swimming heat, lazy long days that are too slow to come.

I remember those things but my mind feels like a sheet of white paper.
Blank.
What do I do?

Days are getting shorter.
Time is flying faster.
Death is coming quicker.

All is lost but silence.