At 3 AM, that sound wakes you. unsure if it originated from from your very neck Or somewhere else in the shadows.
The house settling, they claim, as though buildings have emotions, as though wood and nails need to stretch following all-day weight holding.
professional grief during the day gets vocally loud when no one is watching, Before you can halt it, the moan escapes.
Lovers also moan during the night. pleasure and agony utilizing identical language, the identical involuntary noises.
Pulled from deep in the chest, the body communicating in its own language.
overturning the brain's meticulous censorship In the night, ghosts are said to groans.
Though maybe it's simply how we account for noises we lack origin the mysterious creaking and moanings. One universe seems different at night.
when all familiar begins to be somewhat alarming. somewhat odd, slightly alive.
The moan belongs to the night. that moment when masquerading comes to an end, bodies and buildings come admit their real state.