The invisible song
The Invisible Song Yolanna lies awake. It is the same sound. Gentle. Steady. And calm. The sound of an invisible piano seeps through the wall of her bedroom, spilling into the silent dimness. It starts when she turns her light off, and has not gone quiet as the night droned on. Yolanna turns, now staring at the wall. Her finger thrums on the bedframe: tock, tock, tock – to the beat of the no-name song. Her eyes are heavy. And there’s a kink in her neck. She should sleep. But the invisible sound is there. And Yolanna keeps her eyes open. ~o~ Boxes sprawl on top of the wooden floor, some opened, some tightly sealed. The house is barren, white walls and white blinds. The windows are closed, covered in a thin layer of dust. It smells like cardboard and abandonment. “Achoo!” – She sneezes. And grimaces. – “Ugh.” “Bless you” – She says, just so that the studio apartment feels less empty. The front door is closed, and the sky is grey