The sunlight pours into my bedroom, making the blue walls seem brighter than they actually are. Wind filters through the window screen, making that one poster just above my head wave, crinkle, and annoyingly flap. My phone vibrates twice beside me, signaling a new text message that I am not going to bother reading. Instead, I click ‘ignore’ on the screen and open up my music app.
Finding a song to fit my mood right now is almost impossible. I’m happy, yet I have a strange feeling of sadness, like something could go wrong any second. That is what life does: makes you happy, then tears you apart. Not bothering to look any further, I hit ‘shuffle’ and wait for a sound to come through the small white cords connected to my ears. After a few seconds, the slow, soothing voice of Ed Sheeran leaks thorough. His meaningful lyrics sink into my head.
I sit, listening, trying to make sense of the lyrics I don’t understand and seeing how the ones I do apply to my life. That is what he sings about, life, and how it makes you feel –happy, sad, broken, delighted, wonderful.
Drowning out the music until it is just merely background instrumentals, I start to think about myself. I reflect on my day. I walk through it all in my mind, smiling at the good memories and the people who made them possible. I think about the work we did in all my classes, and remind myself to study for that upcoming Algebra quiz retake. I think about the things I could have prevented, or helped. Like the boy in the hallway who dropped all his things, and I just walked around him because I was in a rush to my next class. I think about the things that made me mad or sad or stressed. Like friend drama, boy drama, or just plain old high school drama. I think about my day in general and give it a grade. I’d give it a B-.
Soon, I stop reflecting and see that the song Ed was once singing to me was replaced with some upbeat Rhianna. I’m not in the mood. I pull out my headphones and end the song. Wrapping the cords around my phone, I gently put them on the black nightstand beside my bed. I reach for the soft purple blanket scrunched at the end of my bed, exactly where I had left it this morning. I pull it around my shoulders and sink into the pillows. I close my eyes, and memories of Ed’s melodies lull me to sleep.