Ivory carefully placed a Patsy Cline vinyl on their record player and started its spinning. They danced in their mind, but their body refused to move. Exhausted. It had been a long day of rehearsals. There was nothing they would rather be doing, but it could easily make a couple hours feel like an eternal work out. 

They collapsed into bed, and curled up in the comfortable nest of blankets and pillows. Patsy’s voice soothed them and the gentle music took them into its arms. The music rocked Ivory. Back and forth. Back and forth. The tension in the shoulders and head began to ease, and blended with the calmness that settled in their stomach. 

“I breathe….” They whispered to themself. Breathing in. Breathing out. Breathing with the music. They were done. They could finally sleep. They deserved it. Ivory released each part of their body, one by one, from the waking world’s chains. Away, away, away, they went.