Friday Music

It's Friday. I need music.

You stumble out of bed half asleep and feel your way to the bathroom door. It's still dark outside, and you see nothing until you make your way to the light switch beside the sink. Your eyes reject the sudden burst of light and order your hands to shield them, to temper the light, to let it in gradually.

As your hands are finally allowed to drop to the sink, you look in the mirror. Only you don't see yourself. You see me. You scream, and so do I. You desperately drop your face into the sink and splash it with frigid water. You pause, but ultimately you look again, and you see the water dripping off of my face.

You test me. You feign to the left, duck, do a half spin, back again, then an impossible-to-predict mix of fluttering hands and facial expressions. But I'm with you, in real time.

So you give in. We cock our heads, then look up and slightly smile. We flair our nostrils ever so slightly, take a deep breath. You see that you're in control. We bow.

We hum a tune -- do you remember what? -- and then part forever.