Monica Martinez
The house quiets down and night finally begins in our suburban home.
I lay in my bed confined to the four walls of my pink childhood bedroom listening to the orchestra of sounds outside.
The crickets are chirping, my neighbors dog is barking. My parents are snoring in the other room.
But among these sounds I wait and I listen for the quiet between the sounds.
This is where I find peace, in the comforting quietness of my home.
Sassy Succulents 