On Shuffle
Every morning he wakes with a different song in his head.
Nothing he can explain. Nothing he heard playing on the radio
the day before. Nothing he can link thematically to his dreams.
Just a new song. Every day. Monday could be Katy Perry.
Tuesday might be The Kinks. Whatever. You get it. Just a new
random song, playing on a loop, following him from sleep to
consciousness, echoing in his skull, almost at a distance, like
he put his quarter in the box and started to walk away. And he
never wonders Why Sinatra? Why Tupac? Why Sweeny Todd?
What would it matter if he could explain it? It's just something
nice his brain can do- Start every morning with music on repeat.
He has no desire, no real reason, to peek behind that curtain.
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