Chapter 2:the grind and the refined- The sounds in my life

I'd say that the first sound of the day would be that of the iPhone alarm, but given my insomnia it's hardly the first. Or, to put it another way, it's not The beginning, but A beginning.*

* special wink to Stephen if he gets the reference. 

But I'm surrounded by voices and sounds in this too quiet building. My shower head makes TARDIS noises (it's either that or the Doctor keeps paying me visits while I'm in the shower). 

The faucet at the kitchen sink sounds like a light saber when it's switched on. 

The photo copying machine outside my office sounds exactly like the transporter sound effects in the old Star Trek TV series. 

The town itself and the people are very quiet, almost subdued. I think this stillness contributes to the feeling of "otherness", of underlying difference. 

I met a neighbor last night and confirmed with her where the rent checks go (a special mail box). She gave me a strange look when I told her I was living on the second floor. Perhaps there is something to the scratches in the wall.

Edit: I forgot, of course, my favorite sounds: emails coming in at 4am.