hear the buzz of a vibration alarm, a sound like somebody straining with their teeth clenched. The son is getting up early to play minecraft with his friends. He has set up some kind of a server, and his friends meet there and play.
A virtual playground.
Eleven year olds are not what they used to be.
There is no sleep any more,at quarter to seven, and the town is dark and silent outside of this realm of wooden furniture and of ticking clocks. The other alarm clock sounds, but this is a mistake, it is silenced, nobody gets up.
There is a mess in the living room, it will need cleaning tidying again.
And it would be nice if the headaches would go, and the tinnitus give way to silence.
Silence.
And now the sound of singing from the room next door.
They are happy at their work and play.
A virtual playground.
Eleven year olds are not what they used to be.
There is no sleep any more,at quarter to seven, and the town is dark and silent outside of this realm of wooden furniture and of ticking clocks. The other alarm clock sounds, but this is a mistake, it is silenced, nobody gets up.
There is a mess in the living room, it will need cleaning tidying again.
And it would be nice if the headaches would go, and the tinnitus give way to silence.
Silence.
And now the sound of singing from the room next door.
They are happy at their work and play.
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