10.1

Malicious is alluring and warm. It sounds like rain trickling down my bedroom window as I'm falling asleep. Like a robin, hidden beneath the leaves of a weeping willow, chirping in the early hours of the morning. It sounds like violins and piano keys playing in the background of my favorite song. It's the ocean waves breaking on the shore of a desolate beach before the public arrives. Malicious is the sound of the light breeze that I hear the first morning of spring. A soft swoosh through my ears. But Malicious is the sound of snowflakes hitting the ground the first morning of winter. A faint tap on the concrete.