The power of music

She sits on her knees in front of the stereo, headphones on, and her body rocks to Guns N Rosess Paradise_ City_. She play it loud, very loud, she knows sound is escaping from the headphones. She hopes it doesn't wake him up. He's sleeping on the sofa right next to her. It's 7:30am. The pressure has been building these days and it grows through the day like a sun that only rises. Only in sleep and in the covers the pressure abates. But today is worse than the day before. And yesterday, worse than the day before yesterday. She knows this will end up with scratched knuckles that she will blame on dry skin. But for today, with this loud music, and in this corner of this small run down apartment, the music is powerful enough. If he doesnt wake. God, don't let him wake up now.