Silence: The Voices in my Head

At midnight, in a space of relative silence, I hear my lesser angels in my head. Amber received a text just before I turned off the lamp—an innocuous text as it were—and my noggin was a veritable spin cycle.

I was right.

Another was wrong.

What I’d say if I had the chance.

How the other would react.

I was right.

Another was wrong…

For over an hour, I turned thoughts over like stones, one after an other, always circling back to the first stone. I turned in the covers too, tossed in them like a m...