In these lines from "I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -", Dickinson compares the stillness before death to the quiet right before a storm. She writes, “The Stillness in the Room / Was like the Stillness in the Air / Between the Heaves of Storm.” This comparison gives the stillness a sense of tension, almost like something important is about to happen, but hasn't yet. It's not the calm of peace; it’s more like the pause before chaos or change. Dickinson seems to capture how death isn’t just peaceful-it’s a moment filled with a strange sort of energy, a quiet waiting. That comparison to the storm builds an eerie sense of anticipation, as if the world is just holding its breath in that last moment before death takes over.