BONG!
THUMP!
SQUEAK!
CARRR-ASH!
KARRABUMP!
TA-DING!
There. Fanfare. Slowed down to be absorbed and enjoyed in equal measure. It’s funny how sometimes sounds, individual sounds, are completely different when combined with other sounds.
My fanfare to this first post is no exception (And yes, I know this isn’t my actual FIRST post, but I did state that in the title!). It has been created in honour of how I walked into the bathroom this morning, after tripping on something before reaching the door. The breakdown is as follows:
BONG! I’d tripped on an unfortunately discarded-and-forgotten-about tub of Twilight Stealth hair gel. I heard something fall in the bathroom the other day, but couldn’t see what it was, but now I’ve found out. It must have rolled out of the bathroom, and lay hidden, lurking, waiting for me to approach the bathroom at that precise spot. As I tripped, I kicked the tub across he corridor and it hit a bronze shield that is on the wall.
THUMP! I fell against the wall opposite, but lucky for me my super-speed kicked in, and I managed to bring my hands up to stop my face from squarely reaching the incoming wall. The incoming wall, I hasten to add, was also travelling at great speed.
SQUEAK! With my right hand, I pushed open the bathroom door, which squeaked as it opened due to the extremely hot temperatures we’ve been experiencing recently. My door always squeaks when it’s warm. If it’s not the door, it’s me bones…
CARRR-ASH! The bronze shield fell from the wall, making that all too familiar rotating metal sound as it landed on the landing (for the rotating metal sound, think of a coin spinning before it settles, but amplified hundreds of times. It’s a heavy shield).
KARRABUMP! In the commotion caused by the clattering shield, I quickly turned around to see what was happening. Unfortunately, this time my super-speed failed, and my face collided with the door that I was meant to be walking through, not into.
TA-DING! I have a pull-string cord in the bathroom to switch on the light. I caught it as I hit the door, but managed to flick it across the room, and as it swung back it hit the wall with the gentle, but oh-so-noticeable-in-the-moment ding sound.
Fortunately, after the fanfare, everything was quiet.
Sometimes, it’s not what we do, but the way that we do it that matters…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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