Fractures

I heard the car go by and looked towards the window, trained to respond, as though identifying some kind of threat.
I can hear - the wind in the trees / the crickets singing in the night / the train going by in the distance / the trucks passing by on the highway / the cat jumping away from the table / the dog snoring on the couch / the flag rustling outside the door / the car parking down the street.
The bottle is cold and damp in my hand, heavy, and the label is wrinkled.
The breeze through the window, augmented by the fan above, cools my skin near to discomfort.

There were words I wanted to rearrange
Overwhelmed.
Interrupted.
Lost.