I am still trying to understand why this languished as a draft. It seems well-fleshed out, and I see nothing to add, save editing it for grammar (hello, Grammarly). All these years (memory, insight, and wisdom) later, I still can’t help but laugh. What a lovely memory. It takes me back to that dorm room and being a fresh-faced, old-souled 20. – Easter 2024
As a Wheaton Freshman, Emma and I would study in my room. Then, as of now, I had a decent speaker system, and I loved making use of it. Days previous, I found a CD of “Railroad Music” at the Wheaton library. Music to my ears. As we studied, I put the music on. I found it so relaxing that I quickly passed into a deep sleep. I don’t know what woke me up, but the CD was over by the time I did. I chatted with Emma for a few minutes and then decided I’d try to start studying again, so I went to put the music back on. Before I could, Emma begged me not to. “Heather, I sat here for at least an hour watching you sleep, hoping each song was the last, and when it wasn’t, debating if I should try to shut it off (she never did; she let the CD play out). Please don’t start that again, I’ll leave”. I could only laugh, and I did. I had no idea that anyone would dislike that music (it turns out that every person who later heard it hated it), but I had no problem turning it off. I wouldn’t have wanted to subject anyone to that, especially my close friends, but it’s funny that I did. Every time I listen to music remotely similar to that CD, I think about that…and I smile.
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