Early morning lying motionless in bed. Gently cradling my nervous whirling Discman against my abdomen, like trying to coax a trembling creature to sing. Fingertips feeling the minute vibrations of the Discman moving at a different beat from the music, thinking what an uncoordinated dancer this is. Eyes closed but smiling faintly to myself, amused that I'm sharing such an intimate moment with an inanimate thing. But happy yes happy, so let's not ask for more.