Moment 7

She turned up the volume until she couldn't hear the shouting anymore.
Picked the songs she knew would work.
She closed her eyes.
Waited until she stopped shaking.
Let the tears of relief come as they sometimes did.
.
She lay there on the floor.
In the dark.
Were she liked to be.
She liked the feeling of a hard floor against her back.
Knowing that the only way to get further down from here,
would be by digging.
.
How many times the music had been her refuge she did not know.
Countless.
She let the music softly dance her away.
.
This was her universe.
This was her place of peace where no one could get to her.
This was her padded room where she let all the bad and the good out.
This was were no one demanded an explanation or forced her to defend herself.
Here no one elses demands or needs could suffocate her or cage her in.
Here no one elses grief and sorrow could force her to shut her own off.
.
This was were she came to breathe freely.