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.

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~Kathryn~ said...

i love the way you write

claudia said...

A new day and all the chances, hopes and good intentions we associate with it - lovely "music" post!

Kamsin said...

Cool post! Amazing how the right song can get us through the day!

Scott said...

Well done....maintain the attitude and fight...the fight to make today better than yesterday. It's a great battle

Tessenei said...

I'm loving these Sunday Scribblings. You write so well - I could feel everything you wrote - my cozy bed, stretching and yawning and getting ready to get up to face the day. Something I really really liked was your positive happy attitude that 'today' would be a good day.

Paris Parfait said...

This is terrific - a song that would shape her day. Very clever! I like the hopefulness of the story.

January said...

This is great. Love these lines:
"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."

So true!

Cate said...

Oh, such a lovely, optimistic post! I love the feeling of an entire day, stretching ahead of me! Full of so much potential! Your writing expertly conveys that hope and potential! Thank you! This was a wonderful thing to read just after waking! :)

Emily said...

I just came across your blog and I really enjoyed was so hopeful at the end...just what one needs in the morning.

Kerstin said...

Nice take on the music theme; reminds me a lot of how I used to wake up when I had a regular job :) Well said.

susanna's sketchbook said...

Music really does affect our day, doesn't it? Especially first thing in the morning or before bed. Good post!

Thea said...

Even though the lyrics to that song are sort of sad-the overall feeling of the post was so happy. I think mostly because I feel so at peace in my bed in the early morning-stretching and yawning and hoping for a great day.

I enjoyed your writing very much.

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