While tiptoeing about the house I could hear someone snoring in the other room. I couldn't tell who it was, nor did it really matter, instead I found myself reliving a memory. One of that being my parents snoring. It was almost as if they took turns. My mothers snoring I considered the more annoying of the two. I'd randomly knock on the wall in hopes she would stop. My fathers was the loudest which just plain made it impossible to ignore.
Anyways, I found a great comfort in it. A sense of security... and it made me smile.
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