I leaned against the wall of my apartment, listening to the roar of the movie playing in the apartment below me. The bass of the music, shaking my wall with muted thunder. I gritted my teeth, closing my eyes. Focusing. Picturing the TV below me. I breathed in and slowly breathed out, holding my hand out and twisting it like I was twisting a dial.
And the sound faded. To blessed quiet. I could no longer hear.
For only a moment. I heard cries of confusion below me.
And the volume quickly returned to normal.
I exhaled, holding my hand out again. Turning down the volume for them. If they wouldn't take the hint, I would forcefully turn off the TV for them. Not everyone in the complex wants to hear their movie.
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