The bass beats through the ground like the dust being forced from a rug.The wind blew softly through the open window and forced it’s way through the white blinds that barley did their job in blocking the sun, or keeping peering eyes out. She opened her mouth slightly and mimed the beat that penetrated through the speakers that lent against her cupboards. She often wondered what it would be like to die. She wasn’t suicidal, actually she loved life even when it was bad. “I wouldn’t want anyone to make a facebook page about me” she thought but accidentally said aloud, instead of going back to thinking in her head she continued to speak aloud. “it just doesn’t let people grieve properly”. This was not a unusual thing for her to speak aloud to herself. You see, her house was very quite at certain times of the day. Sometimes she would even shout when no one at all was home. There was a sense of freedom in this house, it was a openness more than anything else. Her mind began to challenge her, “you would love a Facebook page, you would want to see how many people actually had good things to say about you” she replied aloud as usual. “I know, okay… I wouldn’t want people to keep going on there and not moving on with their lives, because honestly I would be dead, I would want them to still have a life and live it before they have to drink through a straw.”

Sometimes she would sit and just think about things that could happen today and totally change her tomorrow. Her thoughts were always disturbed though, by a ringing house phone, someone entering the house, a dog barking or a shout of her name. She didn’t mind though, she would always describe her house as being  ”very active”. It kept her mind busy and away from fear and mistakes or “what if’s”. Her house was active to say the lest, her nan constantly used the phone; it was a pain  if you were expecting a call but it always reminded her of life. Never being alone… even if it was at 7am sometimes. Her grandpa watched the news quite a bit, kept her up to date with everything from the weather to facts she probably wouldn’t remember but, still she listened and nodded and enjoyed them while they floated through her mind. When the only two people in the house were her and her grandpa it was quite. They did their own thing and just relaxed. Her grandpa in front of the television and her, in front of her laptop. I think they both enjoyed the peace and most of all the freedom  to do what they liked.