highly suspect, so quiet, so very very quiet, the sound of a hard drive becomes almost unbearable, the stillness of it all, a big backyard, enough space for schtick, a campfire, a bonfire, s'mores and marshmallows, steak and stuffing and potatoes, a dream fulfilled, achieved, realized, brought to life like dolls in a disney movie of the week, and sleeping, sleeping hours, closed eyes, dreams and thoughts roll forth, pour out, playgrounds swingsets and slides, monkey bars to twist and turn on, skipping bars, flipping off, so quiet, so still, beating hearts are heard, breathing loudly describes normalcy, and skips of beats, and fond remembrances