There's an echo bouncing around the hallway empty of furniture, bodies, or bills posted on the walls. THe clean hallways are sept nightly by an invivible crew, and I sit in my own isolation room, hoping someone will come and interrupt my zen moments of focused reading and photo editing.
The echo isn't just my thoughts, as those aren't so loud anymore. My music hits a sullen moment of calm peace. The echo is a voice, cascading through the door and awakening my senses. It almost seems dictated in slow motion.
"Every-thing will be okay"
But no one is in the hallway.
