Early morning lying still in bed, doing nothing but breathing softly and listening to the Discman. Every note sounded so right that it seemed nothing could improve this moment, and I felt so grateful for the music. Music that lends me winged heels to sprint away. Music that can be a Medusa and freeze me into stone with her snake-eyes, demanding full attention for herself. Music like a veil of long hair I would wrap round my face and smile smile smile. It felt like a soundtrack for praying.