Sounds of solitude

Blue house

(c)Β Living my Imperfect Life

She heard her footsteps echo through the house. The creaking stairs and the groan of the couch told her she was home. With the keyboard clacking as she typed, a content sigh escaped her lips.

Time alone was perfect for the introvert.


Until next time,


25 thoughts on “Sounds of solitude

  1. Nathan says:

    The only part missing for this to be a scene from my own life is the mumbling. Something about being in a room alone makes me talk to myself. Nicely described, PB, reading it made me relax a little even!

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