Finding solace isn't what she was looking for. She was looking for disturbance; a little tremor somewhere. The quietness of the last few days had gotten to her. She looked in corners and behind doors. She peeked beneath the kitchen sink and under the bed. She looked for that escaped scream that refused to come back to her. It was all so suspiciously still. So silent that even the clock had stopped in protest.

She had a bewildered look on her face as she searched on and on till she decided not to. Curled up into a ball on the sofa, she rocked herself back and forth. It’s okay. A little silence does not lead to a lifetime of quiet, she told herself.  

Suddenly she heard someone move in the next room. A melody filled her ears. It was so much better than the tremor she was searching for. The footsteps were music. She listened attentively to the clearing of the throat, the shuffling around, the opening and closing of drawers and then waited for the call. She smiled. The clock had started ticking again.