White Noise
February 2006
Phil was in a state of semi-consciousness on Laura's couch. It had been a long, stressful day at work and she invited him over for a low key evening of comfort food and "let's just watch something stupid."
In the end, he had tentatively asked if she would play her cello. He had seen it set up in the living room, but had never heard her play it. He loved the cello- the richness of the tone soothed him in ways little else did.
She agreed with the disclaimer that while she still practiced relatively regularly, she was no professional.
He fought the impulse to close his eyes as she played the Ave Maria because she was beautiful to watch. Her body flowed with the music. Even though she was wearing yoga pants and an old t-shirt, she was a marvel.
As she transitioned to the Pie Jesu from Requiem he gave a small smile, impressed that she read his desire to listen to classical pieces.
By the end of the melody, he was sound asleep, snoring gently.
