September 2016.
Reading King-Cat. They have gone to bed. He has already been sleeping for two hours. She for one. 10.30. Sitting on the couch in the family room. I am tired. I close the book for the night. Rub my eyes. The lamplight, the lights on the electronics flicker. Then darkness.
Silence.
All appliances off. All electrical hum ceases. Total silence. The streetlight in the alley is silent. And through the windows I watch the trees blow in the light of the moon. A faint rustling. A dim stir. Vibrations through glass.