Blue in Green

We sat down next to each other in the sofa, they had their arms around each other and he pressed play. There were no lights on except candles and I held on tightly to my cup of tea, so as not to disappear. Blue in Green, Miles Davis. I could sense a room behind my eyelids, and in that room there was calm. Finally. It was raining outside of that room, I could smell it. I didn’t disappear into it though, I had my teacup and no one can feel lonely with their teacup, now can they.
I never experienced his music like that before.