The power button goes dark and the music starts. It sweeps me up and makes me sad; no one has made me a mix tape before. The clumsy sharpied letters make me smile.
If I could put the notes here and sing you the melody, I might, but you wouldn’t feel the way I’m feeling now. Dead tired from a day on my feet and a restless morning, I look forward to the these songs at night.
It’s time for tea and sleep.