I get home from university. I put my bag down by the door, and I take off my shoes. I get a drink of water, and say hello to my roommate. She asks how was my day and I respond it went great, but i’m quite tired, so I am going to read a book, and the roommate asks if it’s okay if she plays her piano, and I agree it’s fine.
I go to my bathroom and brush my teeth, the roommate is still sorting through her music.
I get into my bed, close the blinds, and turn on the lamp. The music starts up as I look to the ceiling, I see my soundless chimes.
The piano starts to play. I put the book over my eyes to block out my lamp light.
The music takes a silent break. I sob. I keep crying. I throw my book to the side. I turn around, and cover my shoulders with my blankets. The music starts up, the jazz becomes very angry, and somber.
It continues. I take a breath. I look up and open my blinds. I cry some more as the darkness looks on me. I hit the bed with my fists. I cry.
There’s nothing I can really do about it although I start to think i’m crazy. The music takes the same demeanor. Crazy, crazy, crazy. A hard cry to the night.
I get up and hug my knees. I see the tissue on my dresser. I give it a hard look. I take it and blow my nose. A trumpet sound for the show.
I still cry, but not as much. The jazz is softer.
I lay back down, more refreshed. Feeling like i’ve felt more than less, and let it fly away. I close my eyes… the music still playing.
and my pet Bunny jumps on my bed.
I laugh with my eyes closed.