Muffled
Waking up in the middle of the night wasn't out of the ordinary for me. I had always had trouble sleeping through the night. The sound of muffled yelling is what drew me from my bed. I stepped out into the hallway as I rubbed my eyes. The yelling was no longer muffled but not loud enough to be understood from my place outside my bedroom door. Where they were felt so far away from me. They weren't just downstairs, they were somewhere else. I knew this because I could still go back to sleep. I could pretend nothing was going on because I didn't know what was going on. This was my normal.
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