She wakes late that day. Too late. She hasn’t heard the alarm. She’ll be late at work. She feels sleepy today. If her boyfriend was home, they would have joked about it. He would have called her by funny names, she would have teased and giggled. She lives by words, everyone say she could pave her way out of everything with her smart tongue and her witty humour. She wonders how her qualities could help her now.
She’s in an hurry, she knocks off a lamp. The lamp falls. Without any sound. She hasn’t heard. A slim hand touch the tender flesh of her throat. She tries to say something. No sound. She screams, but she cannot hear. She screams more, without control. She hopes someone can help her, someone will hug her, will tell that everything is right, that she will get better. No one comes. She’s alone. She’s deaf. She dresses herself in an hurry. She wonders to call help, she fiddles with her phone. No use, she can’t hear, she hasn’t a fax, she screamed, nobody come. She’s afraid. In an hurry she dresses.