As I sit and contemplate the sounds that surround me, the
first thing I hear is the rotation of the ceiling fan above me. The metal cord
that controls the speed of the fan clink clink clinks against the glass light
creating a rhythm. I can feel the cold air being sliced through by the blades
above which creates a low hum that is naturally soothing to the ears. I can
feel myself getting sleepy. I notice a buzz stirring outside my window. The
sound of crickets in unison as they take turns playing their songs. Some hold
long, strenuous notes like an opera singer and some ribbet back and forth like
a creaky old chair screeching along the wooden floors.
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