When I was young, I used to lay under the covers and clench a muscle in my jaw that made the ever-present hissing in my ears rise in pitch, just for a moment, and then fall to something like a ringing rain, something that sounded like what the thousands of tiny pinpricks in my vision looked like in the dark. Hiss. Clench. Ring. Rain. Sleep.
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