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I'll just lay on my bed plucking away on the string of my guitar.

Not a real thought will pass me by nor a real moment stir.

Eventualy the only noise I'll be able to recognize are the gentle vibrations resonating from the lowest E string.

With more time passing I'll realize I have more than just my one finger.

Every gentle scrape of my thumb slowly being accompanied by my first than second finger.

Perfectly choreographed perfectly synched in accordance with eachother.

I'll play so much my fingers take a mind of their own.

The tempo rising my speed flowing.

I will not take a break no need to rest.

I live the sound while my fingers work the strings.

The newly formed music will play me to sleep.

Unfortunantly I'll wake up not able to remember what it is I played.

But it will always be the best nap I've ever known