Ball of Green Sound

When I would lay in my bed at night, I would look out to the door of my bathroom. It was always opened. From there was a straight shot through the laundry room to the kitchen. When it was dark, with only the bathroom light to illuminate the rooms, the bathroom glowed a strange green. Something sea-like and eerie. And from that was an accumulation of sound. It snow balled until the intensity would surely shatter my very being (evidently, I am still alive). It was not something physical that you could see, but something you could sense. Nearer and nearer. Constantly rolling forward, nothing could stop it. Not the walls or the door. And I would just sit there. Waiting. Watching. Fearing for its arrival that would never come.