The flood gates are opened

As I lay and think, trying my best to remember what happened to me since climbing off the bus I hear hushed voices coming from the other room. It’s hard to hear at first, but as I focus my attention on the voices I can hear bits and pieces, depending on who’s talking. The Sheriffs voice is difficult to hear because he has a hushed tone and he also has a thick Alaskan twang. However, Doctor Willows voice is clear and concise and I can hear some of what she is saying when she speaks even though she is speaking in a whispered tone.

Robins voice, well I can hear every word he speaks. He has one of those deep voices that reverberates through the wooden walls, even though he is speaking softly. He has a nice comforting tone to his deep voice. It reminds me of when we were young children, before our parents died. My father would always be up before sunrise and he would make his morning coffee and hum quietly to himself, and although he did it quietly, his deep voice would travel thr