Come away from the window - Reverie part 1

"Come away from the window, young man, there are wizards out there." said the elderly lady that the young man had been staying with for about a week now.  She wore her hair like it was a crown, obviously proud of its thickness, for she was elderly enough to get away with calling the young man, 'young man.'  "Fifty years of age, and still young," muttered the young man, smiling just a little, and shaking his head. 

"Yes ma'am," said he.  

"Wizards of the nasty sort." said the elderly lady, "Come now, sit down and have some toast."  He hadn't eaten toast for at least a year. 

"Yes ma'am," said he.

The young man took off his hat and laid it in the windowsill, it was far broader than the windowsill at home.  He turned from the window, eyes turned down, glanced up for a moment to take in the room and his relative position in it.  Subconscious mind directed him to a stool and pulled him up close to the table.  

Eyes were open but not seeing.  Peering into them revealed a wall, difficult to move past, especially now.  But the gears that turned within him binding him in thought could distantly be heard.  They sounded like silence.  Locked in a room with no noise of any kind except the hiss of atoms bouncing off of eardrums.  His reverie was broken by the crunch of toast between his teeth and crumbs falling down onto his shirt.