Tell me what song you listen to by

yourself at 2 am, sitting in your bed,

laptop on your lap, screen dimly

lighting up your face. Let me watch

you quietly pace through your kitchen

barefoot on a Sunday morning,

humming as you make your coffee,

carefully turning the pages of

yesterday's newspaper or that new

book you're reading. Tell me what

that one line from that song is that

makes your heart drop into your

stomach. Tell me about that one time

when you were six that makes you

grin uncontrollably, and about that

time when you were ten that makes

your eyes water. Let me watch you

in a room with nothing but white

walls and acoustic guitar. Tell me

what you see right before you fall

asleep.