Babble

He turned off the alarm and switched on the TV bombarding her with news of the day. She curled into a ball, burying her head under the pillow, fighting off the onslaught of words. Those precious moments, between sleep and waking, when all her own ideas came to mind, lost, lost under the flood of words flowing from the TV, washed right out of her brain.

I think he had to have his noise to fill up the emptiness in his head. She preferred the silence.

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