Hello, friends. It's been a minute, hasn't it? I didn't think I had it in me to try this challenge, but then this popped into my head. I haven't heard my writer's voice in a while – I haven't written a word in a year. This is horribly short, but I'm also horribly out of practice. Baby steps.
Day 1: Padam – Kylie Minogue
('Cause I can hear your heart beatin')
It was quiet. Well, as quiet as a New York City street could be at this hour. Though the silvery wisps of pre-dawn light were barely beginning to glow outside, there were sounds to be heard, even in a Brooklyn neighborhood far from the bustle of Midtown.
There was the ever-present low din of distant traffic. The bark of a dog on an early morning walk. The wail of a siren rushing somewhere or other. The music from a car, distorted as it passed the apartment building. All of the usual sounds of the City That Never Sleeps – or at least, whose residents sleep in shifts so that someone is always awake and moving.
Blaine had worried when he first moved to New York that he, himself, would never sleep again. It was the city of his dreams, but he had grown up in a quiet Ohio suburb where nighttime meant crickets in the summer and snow-dampened silence in the winter. However, as humans are wont to do, he adjusted. Everything he wanted was here, so he learned to be here, too.
Shifting an inch or two over, his ear came to rest on his favorite spot – that place on Kurt's chest directly over his heart. The soft thump-thump sound reverberated beneath him, and he felt his muscles relax deeper into repose. Of all the sounds in the city, this was the one he liked the best. Closing his eyes, he let every other background noise slip away. The alarm would chime all too soon, rousing him and Kurt from their bed to join the other inhabitants of the city, making their own contribution to the soundscape. But for now, the soft, steady, precious beating heart of the one he loved most was the only sound in the world that he needed.