and suddenly everything is quiet, like silence but not really silent. just that still sort of quiet, like the sound of a page being turned in a book or a pause in a walk in the woods. quiet, like silence but not really silent. just that nice kind of quiet, like the sound when you lie upside down in your bed. just the sound of your heart in your head, and though the people around me their mouths are still moving, the words they are forming cannot reach me anymore. and it is quiet, and i am warm like i’ve sailed into the eye of the storm.