The Sound

I'm sitting here by the kitchen table typing words to the sound of a TV from another room. In front of the TV is the woman I love, laying, half asleep. I am sitting here with green tea, Opuss and with my darling cat Foxy on my shoulder. What more can one ask for on a Saturday night?

I don't know why, but I have always loved to sit and do my own thing while I hear the sound of a dear one doing something else. That sound makes me feel comfortable and secure. With that sound I find it easier to enjoy whatever I am doing.

If I would try to analyse it, I would probably come to the conclusion that the sound reminds me of when I was playing in my room as a child, and I could hear the sound of how my mother was busy somewhere else in the house.

Childhood memories are strong.