- reid's voice
- the sound of sipping hot tea
- singing and playing guitar
- the sound of turning pages in my journal, especially thin pages that have been written all over
- reid's heartbeat
- my cat's breathing when he falls asleep in my lap
- tapping my fingernails on hard surfaces
- my footsteps on the ground, especially on good-sounding substances like leaves, or gravel
- walking in shallow water and making small splashes
- the sound of my scissors cutting paper
- the sound of kissing, because it would be very strange if it was completely silent
- being lulled to sleep by "green gloves" or "belated promise ring" or "losing your memory" or any number of other comforting songs
- the sound of the mailbox when I open it to see if there is a letter
- the sound of pulling on my jeans
- the sound of putting on socks
- when I am on the phone with someone, and I yawn, and then they yawn, and then I yawn again and we keep going back and forth because of hearing each other yawn
- singing loudly at concerts when no one can hear my voice, but I can hear reid's voice when I lean my head back on his chest
- reid playing with the snaps on my bag because he can't keep his hands still
nov 11 2009 ∞
aug 5 2013 +