Sounds of the Wind.....

Kym lay awake listening to the sounds of the wind billowing around the house. She became aware of a banging in another room. Not loud but non-the-less audible. Probably the french door in the lounge room. It was 3.02am. Should she get up? The idea appealed to her. It was an unusually balmy winter's night. Perfect for sitting in her office wrapped in her blue fluffy dressing gown and purple moccasins to work on her internet marketing. She decided that staying in bed was a better idea.

As she drifted back to sleep images from the dreams the wind had awoken her from went in and out of consciousness - a cleaner's trolley filled with cleaning implements and products with dark green fitted buckets nestled in the top - strange.

The door was still banging. Kym was not bothered by it. In fact it was comforting as it became part of the house's nightly rythym as it inhaled and exhaled. Her husband snored next to her. She drifted back to sleep her breathing also taking on the rythym of the house.