Venice Basement

It's quiet in here. Quiet if you don't mind the constant rush of the traffic, the hiss of rubber tires on cold pavement. The footfalls of pedestrians as they troop past the low set front door on their way to God knows where. The quiet hum of a television set in the next room. The muted rushing sound of the shower beyond the bedroom wall. The scream of the overcast day as it pours in through the windows, muffled by curtains and tapestries. Other than that, it's quiet in here.