The penultimate best part to working out: the shower. There I was with loud individual noises coming at me just like the were earlier this morning at Starbucks. But now... Now they were music. Beautiful music that I'd never heard before. Music that I couldn't write down for it was too fleeting but music which sang to me almost like a greeting. When I got out of the shower I had different theories about what it could've been- maybe the TV, maybe I heard the TV wrong, maybe hallucinations. But one thing I know is I heard a singer and accompiast.
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