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in perfect unison

the water outside rises up towards us spilling in below our feet. it hammers down above us seeping in the cracks. yet i find us a warm, dry place to safely watch the storm. your cries, my shushing, and the pouring rain work together in perfect unison. i sway to this rhythm so instinctively that it takes me a while to realize that the sound of your voice is no longer real. it is an echo that took a wrong turn and got trapped in the maze that has become my mind. as i release your voice, i notice the rain is slowing. i am now silently dancing to only the cadence of your gentle breathing.