The Morning After: A Song of my Suite in a Resting State
I live in a very active suite. Other than myself and my three (rather loud) suite mates, there is always at least one other person who occupies the suite. It is a strange morning when I wake up to an empty living room. For some reason, on Saturday morning, I woke up at 7 a.m,. So instead of falling back asleep, I took the time to just listen to my resting suite, while relaxing on my futon.
A softly snoring friend, asleep on the couch.
The on again/ off again buzz of my fridge.
My own heavy breathing- steady and rhythmic, like a solid beat.
My friend flips over, making a soft rubbing on the couch.
She grunts, then goes quiet
Someone's awake at the end of the hall.
Two voices, soft but disruptive to the quiet suite.
Mostly a high repetitive noise.
A phone buzzes on the couch - dulled, but still audible.
Someone is awake above me.
Feet walking across the floor, unintentional stomping.
Quiet Quiet Quiet
The hallway door next to me opens, and closes quite loudly.
I hate Laundry day. While I don't mind the processes folding my clothes and putting them away, it is such a hassle to actually go through the long processes of waiting and cleaning clothes. But today, I listened.'
Machine one wooshes while machine two swooshes.
Dryers are aggressive.
Loud vibrations on the floor.
The same noise from each machine.
But all at different times.
A chorus of wooshing .
A buzzer goes
The room is one machine quieter.
Woosh Swoosh Woosh Swoosh.
A door opens.
Footsteps of a shoeless girl.
Her plastic laundry bin hits the metal of a washer.
A forceful click and clank of the door opening
Soft clothes pushed intro the dryer.
The door is moving, creaking on a hinge.
A thud and a lock, the door is closed.
Cha ching, the quarter dispenser slides, clicks, and is released.
Barefoot footsteps out of the laundry room.
Soft Serve and Basketball
Let's try a different situation. A busier place, with hustle and bustle. A crowded venue where I am serving ice cream. This is not how I want to spend my Sunday... No wonder I got such a head ache after this.
Loud Loud Loud
Rumbling and Buzzing ice cream machines
I turn it on, and it groans louder.
I stop pouring ice cream, and it becomes softer, eventually.
Two machines, surround sound buzzing.
Like a low pitched ambulance.
Fans cheering, roars, simultaneously chanting.
Chanting letters, words, phrases.
Claps Claps Claps
Register "cha chings" open.
Dollars swish each other.
Register crashes close.