Static.

The Television played static.
Black,
grey and
white
flashed across the screen in a disorderly pattern, every
second.
I grabbed the remote and hit the power button until the television
stopped,
and receded to a black nothingness.
I read. I read for hours.
Then, I fell asleep.
I fell into a world of static.
A world of
black,
grey and
white patterns
scattering
across the horizon.
The sky was nothing, the sky was static.
The grass was nothing, the grass was static.
Everything was nothing, everything was static,
and that slight noise a television makes
when it goes to static
haunts me.