"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again (III.ii.130–138) Shakespeare , The Tempest

• the melancholy echo of a guitar sliding on reverb
• soft sighs of traffic
• the grainy sound of gravel
• blur/smudginess of buskers at night, the hum of restaurants, a laugh full of chimes
• the warm chuckle of someone you love
• slow inhales, deep exhales
• the page of novel being turned by a light finger
• the wind in your ears, behind your ears, blowing through your body
• wind chimes
• a bright peal of laughter