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Evening Escape- Adam
Ahhh, Dinner time
I've often catch myself thinking about silence.
How it can be so much more than just lack of noise, how sometimes its nice and calming, other times its awkward and tense, most of the time relaxed and indifferent of its surroundings, and still other times how it can convey more to a person than entirely spoken conversations.
I smiled inwardly, at that thought, my mind quickly returning to replay the scene in the bathroom over and over again.
Replaying how Meghan had barely spoken a word to me during out entire encounter, how her embrace, her smiles, had said more to me in those few moments than she could have explained in an entire lifetime.
A small smile escapes onto my face, as my thoughts trail off to Meghan. She defiantly knew the value of silence, and while there were defiantly other… qualities… to her that intrigued and amazed me, it was one thing that never hurt to be remembered.
After all, I only knew of one other person who I could converse with in that manner, who I could talk to with out ever having to open my mouth.
The loud "Thump" of the apartment door as it closes catches my attention, pulling me back down to reality, and away from the thoughts that had occupied my mind.
"Alex must just be getting home", I mussed. Listening to the sounds of his footsteps, as they echo throughout the apartment.
Taking a deep breath, before swiveling my chair around to face my computer, I once more stared down at the projects that littered the desktop. Most of which had been in the works, almost non-stop since my early arrival home.
Why was I home early? Well my reasoning was that the editing and premastering all the tracks would take a while anyways, so I figured why not do it in the comfort of my own home?
That was the excuse I gave my professor anyways, before I had all but sprinted out of class, pausing only to grab my bag and a USB with the newly recorded tracks.
In reality though, the real reason for my departure was my exhaustion.
I was completely tried out and close to my breaking point. My mind was complete worn out and my energy reserve had all but burned up. My body and mind were running on fumes, and I knew it to.
Any longer around people, and I knew things would have started to get ugly. It would be slow at first; I would simply start to act out a little more than usual. Eventually though it would start to grow, acting out would turn into frustration, which would lead to loss of focus, and then eventually anger.
So I left. I left knowing that it was far easier to simply leave, and go home to recharge, than try to stay and hope no one bothered me.
Thus here I found myself, sitting alone in my room, the lights turned off, the blinds to my window closed, using nothing but the glow of the computer screen to illuminate the darkness that filled my room.
A smile crept onto my face as I breathed in the beautiful sense of solace and security my room held.
While to most people it would appear as nothing special, to an introvert like me, it was heaven on earth.
It was a place to call my own, where I could let all my facades drop, and let my walls crumble down, where I could go to escape from the daily grind, a place where I knew no one would disturbed me.
"Creeeeeeeeeeeak", the distinct sound of uncoiled hinges drew me once again back down to earth, as my bedroom door was slowly opened.
Well, almost no one anyways.
I looked over to the doorway to see none other than Alex. He had changed out of this usual school attire, into sweat pants and a tee shirt, the only thing staying the same being the runners that still adorned his feet.
I was more interested however in what he held in his left hand.
The worn down, black, sticker covered case of Suzy. My beloved guitar.
Walking quickly over to my bed, he slowly relinquished his hold on the case, dropping it lightly onto the soft fabric covers.
My guitar, my Suzy, she was here with me now. Waiting patiently to be picked up and held, eager for me to play her to my hearts content
I simply stared at the case; a mixture of disbelief and happiness adorned my face as slowly I looked towards Alex.
His only response was a crooked smile and a small wave as he slowly walked out the door, pausing only to ensure it was closed properly behind him.
The moment I heard the door click shut, I was up from my chair and practically running to the worn case of my favorite six stringed girl.
Unlike Meghan, I don't need to question how Alex knew I had forgotten poor Suzy, nor how he knew that I was not in the mood to talk.
It's what happens after you hang out with someone for so long. The kind of understanding of each other, that only comes from being friends longer than you can remember.
You end up knowing each other better than you know yourself.
"Alex, Alex, Alex." I mussed, quietly as I neared the bed, "I owe you one for sure".
Popping open the case I stared down at the worn down Les Paul sitting in front of me. She had definitely seen better days; the once glossy white paint was chipped and rubbed off in many places, the fret board was littered with scratches from years of playing, even her metal tuning knobs that used to be slick and shiny, where now rough and dented.
"Hey there beautiful" I whispered to her quietly, as I examined every mark and scratch that marred her surface.
Picking her up with delicate care, I carried my beauty back over to my computer chair, sitting down before leaning back into the padded leather once again.
My fingers slowly beginning to pluck at her strings as I relax back into the chair. Comfortable to simply sit and listening to the soft notes as they slowly filled the once silent room.
A smile once again wormed it way onto my face as I played, cords colliding with one another, the music slowly consuming every space, every corner in the small room. Filling the room with more life and happiness than it had seen in days.
My mind slowly succumbing to the lulling melodies I myself plucked.
My fingers continuing to play, long after my mind has drifted off.