Ashton’s most dreaded time of day. He apprehensively walked toward the den. Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah softly played. It was always the same song. The low glottal rasp of the artist sent chills racing down his spine. He hated that song, and yet it played on an endless loop all night. He’d unplugged the stereo once before, a mistake he hadn’t made since. Logically he knew it was impossible for the song to play through the unpowered stereo, but it had. Tonight of all nights he didn’t want to hear that fucking song. He grabbed the ear buds that had come with his phone and walked out onto the porch. The night was still and quiet and tinged with biblical rasping music that he couldn’t escape. He rolled onto the hammock and stuffed the pods in his ears. Tuning his playlist to The Libertines, he lost himself in the upbeat millennial indy rock. With one foot touching the floor he swung the hammock in a soothing back and forth motion. His breathing slowed and his body began to unfurl from its coiled state.
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