Quiet

It's the night before turkey day in the turkey-filled neighborhood and all is so quiet, quieter than it usually is, no one hacking up large chunks of phlegm from their lungs, no one revving ATV's as loud as they can, no mynah birds tittering in their sleep. There are sirens in the distance from the medical angels rushing to heart attack victims, but not much else. These are more folks from school, a very normal man doing his best to ignore me out of existence, a woman in love with her skinny self, and another woman trying hard not to be noticed while looking at me.