Before the chef was the Chef and I was the Widow, we were two kids in high school who would make out.
He was my boyfriend for the most part and we spent the majority of our time in and out of school, together. During the week I would sneak over to his mom's house (oops) late-night and we would stay up listening to music in his bedroom until we fell in a deep slumber.
I loved falling asleep to music. It was so ethereal, so romantic. Last night as I lay in bed listening to an ice storm, I found myself thinking about those days when music could soothe us to sleep. I slept better then.
Last night, I turned the music back on and fell asleep.