The air was stifling in a way that felt like a hug, thick around the skin and luring in a sense of content sleepiness. The din of the television was muffled by the sounds of laughter and gossip coming from the dining room, hidden on the other side of the thin wood paneling. The screen was buzzing with static and the images there were indistinguishable, filled with mosaics of color and flashing light in the dark crevices of the dimly lit living room. There were people on the couch behind the coffee table, but they had no faces, like the little knick-knacks safely tucked away inside the corner hutches.
The Peregrine Review: Vol. 35, Article 46.
Available at: https://mosaic.messiah.edu/peregrinereview/vol35/iss1/46