The room was quiet. The lighting was good; the TV off.
Papers needed to be sortedโฆ older ones destroyed, newer ones filed.
That was where the problem was. The filing.
Not my filing; THE filing.
The music system, unplugged, powered up. White noise, increasing in volume, filled the room. If I wasnโt mistaken, I could see the volume button turningโฆ but that HAD to be my imaginationโฆ buttons canโt turn on their own, not even when sitting on the remote control.
Not mine, anyway. And I wasnโt sitting on it.
I left the filing.
I left the room in fact.
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