Sensory Overload
- Sound -
Hearing or audition is the sense of sound perception. Hearing (or audition) is one of the traditional five senses. It is the ability to perceive sound by detecting vibrations via an organ such as the ear.
The sound of the door slamming breaks into my consciousness and I jump as he marches into my study. I look up at him, lost in his eyes for a second before I realized that he is speaking and I am dragged back to reality. Sometimes, when he looks at me, I forget to speak, I forget that he is speaking, but I have never felt much need for words with him. I usually rely on all the sounds that surround him; how hard the door is slammed is an indication of how angry he is.
Right now, he is only mildly irritated, his voice has turned only slightly icy, making everything around him cold, everything but me. For some reason I am almost immune to his irritation, maybe it is because I have experienced the brunt of it far too many times.
It is a couple of seconds before I realize that he has finished his tirade, and I haven't listened to a word. I raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs dejectedly, the sound echoing around my study. He knows very well that I haven't listened to a word he has been saying and I see the vague amusement creep into his eyes. He lets brief chuckle escape his throat and the sound makes me relax slightly.
I haven't even bothered to ask him why he is here, and I have no idea why he is irritated but I ignore the questions that try to float to the surface and silently hand him a glass which he takes with an easy smile. He sits down on the couch in front of the crackling fire, the only noise in the room at the moment and swirls bourbon round the glass. I glance at him and wonder how long he is going to be quiet for, until I realized that it doesn't matter. It is never silent with him here, there is always the sound of him breathing, the sound of my heart pounding slightly too fast for my liking, and if I listen very carefully, I can almost hear his never sleeping mind whirring. I purse my lips in an attempt not to laugh just to break the quiet. He suddenly pulls me to him and kisses me, on my lips, my jaw, my neck; I hear his breath ragged in my ear. The clock strikes twice, the sound brings me back to the present and he groans as I break away from him. One look at the silent plea in his eyes makes me pull him back to me, and I whisper his name as his hands roam over my body, the almost silent sound of silk against skin as he lifts up my shirt, his fingers dragging against my ribs, his faint stubble against my cheek, every sound is magnified, but it just him and me, every other noise fades into the background.
He has always had a way of breaking into the noise and creating stillness. People can be screaming all around me, phones ringing, people demanding and all he has to do is touch me and everything goes quiet, everything except him, I am all to aware of him.
He is sleeping gently now, in front of the still crackling fire, the gentle rain on the window slowly increases in volume and the sound of thunder breaks into the room and I sit bolt up right, his gentle snoring doing nothing to dispel my irrational childish fear that for some reason only creeps back when he is with me. His hand reaches for mine and he pulls me back down to him, places my ear over his heart and his hand over my other ear, blocking out the thunder and the rain drumming on the window. All I can hear is his heart beat, it lulls me to sleep, the steady rhythm echoing around my mind, reaching every corner. Its my favorite noise in the world and I don't mind the rain so much anymore.