Sounds of the Night

As I am awoken from sleep by the swishing sound I hear as I toss and turn on the loveseat that is bit on the small side, by the sound of the train's whistle notifying me that the train has reached another intersection in the town I am visiting, by the sound of the clock in the room reminding me of the time as it chimes every 15 minutes...I hear the sound of jazz playing in the next room. It is the sound of comfort, the sound of familiarity, the sound of home...and I smile. I close my eyes and hear nothing but the sound of a trumpet, set of drums, and bass work together with the beat of my heart to create a masterpiece. I listen for a moment and then drift back to sleep.