Sunday Scribblings: Music

The alarm went off; music filled the room.

She awoke slowly, stretched groggily and burrowed back under the covers. The music continued. The music changed. The longer she lay there, hiding from the world, the music went on. Fast paced, to slow, to easy listening, to the drone of the radio announcer's voice.

This was a morning ritual for her. To wait, as long as she could possibly wait before she arose to face the day. And each morning, there was one song which would be 'her song' for the day. That unknown song which would be playing just as she pulled her frame from the bed and stretched to turn off the alarm. That song is the song that would shape her day.

She had been subconsciously doing this for as long as she could remember. Strangely enough, the song which happened to be playing always, always seemed to have lyrics which would somehow become apparent and connected to the unknown day which lay ahead of her.

She waited. She wiggled her toes. She yawned widely, savouring the pleasure that came from  wallowing in her sheltered haven from the world. She knew the time would be soon.

That time came. Her second alarm beeped furiously. She turned it off quickly, and waited; ears pricked for those new lyrics.

And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.


So, it begins.

Another day.

Just like all the others.

But maybe, just maybe, today would be different. And she believed with all her heart, that her new song would be a part of it. She arose, turned off the dial, and headed for the door.