Music, I want music!!!

What makes you think I enjoy listening to what you want me to hear?

Maybe I can’t sleep, so I’m out researching that real estate that probably kept me awake to begin with.

I click, the music blares forth (remember the kids were playing a game earlier or we were using iTunes as our music player). It’s loud, the lights are turned down so as to not wake everyone else and I’m having trouble finding the volume control, or better yet the mute.

It’s quiet again, and you look up only to see your spouse / partner standing in the doorway wondering just what you’re doing at 3am.

No thanks, I can read. I don’t need your narration or your favorite Beach Boys song.