I tried to get into bed to read, the dog was there. I had my phone and Bluetooth speaker. My friend Mike was texting me about his speakers, sending photos, telling me what he was listening to. I got an email from work (it makes a sound when you get a new message, like a rhumba) and responded to it. I went back to my book, forgot where I was. The kids were in Lily’s room and last I checked they had the phone propped up inside Lily’s laptop with content streaming on it, doing homework. Mostly giggling sounds, reacting to the content. And I thought about all the sounds in the house now, these new sounds. Not the sounds of owls outside hooting or mice in the insulation, the sounds of a house settling: these were new sounds, chirps, beeps, here for good. All the space between sounds taken down to no space. The same in our heads, no space. I went downstairs for a drink and when I came up the dog was standing at the top of the stairs nervous, and she got back on her side as I returned and wrote this, and I forgot about my book, checked my phone…and the music played on as I slept, and I woke in the middle of the night confused by it…and the dog swallowed in her sleep and smacked her lips as she did, it made the sound of a wood fire crackling, a real sound.