Storms and Safe Places
Inspired by this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSS7YY_mg4Q
A storm is present outside of your bedroom window. The world is grey and blue but mixed with lights from the buildings. It’s cool in your bedroom, and the air conditioner is still humming away despite the weather outside. You burrow further underneath the covers and face the window. Droplets patter and slide down the glass, the sound as soft as television static, a gentle drone of white noise that drags you into a half-sleep filled with images. They’re not of your capture or of the vivid impressions and tortures the simulations left behind; they’re of the interior of a car, of Root’s voice droning about something you can’t quite hear, of the radio playing soft music.