the listening

A Story by solitarywriter

I closed the window. I sat down on the bare corner of one of the beds and rested the back of my head against the wall. A weight centered over my body, pulling my eyelids closed even though I tried to open them. A liquid clogged my brain and I wondered if I had opened my ears too wide, let in too much of her grief. It sloshed through my mind, blurring one thing with another until nothing was distinguishable and before I knew it, the liquid from her soul began to rock me to sleep. I could feel myself falling deeper and tried to call out, to wake up, but it was too stubborn, a weight kept falling over my chest, over my eyelids, the water kept rocking in my ears.