Lost In The Music
She is having a bad day. Her hair is tangled up, she stumbles twice as she fumbles her way to bed, stubbing her toe and knocking over a stack of papers which she will have to meticulously arrange. But she ignores the mess for the moment and collapses on the bed, clinging a box of tissues fiercely as she sneezes fiercely, her whole body shaking with the motion. Her eyes shut tightly, are blinded with a flash of light when she sneezes.
She rolls into a ball under her covers, clutching a shredded tissue, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. No wait. It was the door. She groans silently and though wanting to ignore it, crawls out of bed to answer it. Something meaningless and pointless. She shuts the door and stumbles back into bed, resuming the same fetal position as before.
The pounding this time is in her head. It reminds her that she still has things to do. The lights, which are still on, glares brightly above her, piercing through the blankets, through her tightly shut eyes, through her skull.
All she wants is to sink into darkness, into her world of no disturbances. Her hands flail out from underneath the blanket, grabbing blindly. She finally brushes against her headphones. Gratefully, she slips it over her ears and then with practiced familiarity, her hand reaches out to click the 'Play' button. Music flows from the headset right into her ears, right into her brain, drenching her whole body.
She no longer hears the noises outside, the knocking on the door, the pounding in her head. The glaring light disappears, she drops the shredded tissue, clutching the headsets tightly to her ears instead.
She rolls into a ball under her covers, clutching a shredded tissue, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. No wait. It was the door. She groans silently and though wanting to ignore it, crawls out of bed to answer it. Something meaningless and pointless. She shuts the door and stumbles back into bed, resuming the same fetal position as before.
The pounding this time is in her head. It reminds her that she still has things to do. The lights, which are still on, glares brightly above her, piercing through the blankets, through her tightly shut eyes, through her skull.
All she wants is to sink into darkness, into her world of no disturbances. Her hands flail out from underneath the blanket, grabbing blindly. She finally brushes against her headphones. Gratefully, she slips it over her ears and then with practiced familiarity, her hand reaches out to click the 'Play' button. Music flows from the headset right into her ears, right into her brain, drenching her whole body.
And it drowns the world out.
She no longer hears the noises outside, the knocking on the door, the pounding in her head. The glaring light disappears, she drops the shredded tissue, clutching the headsets tightly to her ears instead.
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