Crystal Dreams

The gentle hum of the air conditioning, soothing in its own monotonous way, was the only sound I heard in my apartment. It was like a secret companion, at once keeping me sane and whispering a promise of a mental breakdown during lulls in conversation. It was the only thing that stayed consistent, day in and day out. My furniture, tasteful and modern as it was, held no joy for me as I slouched against the plush recliner.