The incubation

He stared to a dark street, sitting in pavement under a dimmed pole lamp. Everything was silenced. He cannot hear anything, regardless a bunch of children dragged their bike with a massive childish shout to each other. There was no other voice inside his head. Suddenly everything was scaredly too quiet. No conversation, no intrication. Something was boldly erased. He supposed to be glad, but with undefined reason, he was deadly scared.