. I overheard "Gypsy" by the infamous group Fleetwood Mac for the first time, I felt an obscure pressure to move. The night drew humid, awhile the damp smell of fertilizer seeped heavily inside my bedroom window. Hot bursts of wind blew steadily throughout my small bedroom in midst drizzled rain. This was the summer before freshman year of college. I was anxious, bored yet, apprehensive to move away from home. Every night before bed I wrote throughout a journal of short stories or poems as I listened to music into the wee hours of the morning. I overheard "Gypsy" by accident on an old radio cassette player my father bought me as birthday present when I was sixteen. Being the night owl that I was I tentatively listened to "night storm" aloud as I would set nearby my bedroom window.
"I'll treat you like a Queen"
I thought you were quiet"