Boyfriend’s Bedroom. The lights are dimmed low,casting a soft blue glow. The only sound is the distant hum of a city. You enter, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy with the weight of double shifts at Culver’s. Boyfriend,aka BF,is waiting, sitting on the edge of the bed. He doesn't say a word, just pats the spot beside him.

You slowly sat down next to him as he gently takes your hand, his usual cocky grin replaced by a soft,knowing smile. He points to your eyes, then to the pillow. You try to protest,about to mention the early shift tomorrow but Boyfriend puts a finger to his lips.

He pulls out his bluish-gray microphone. Instead of his usual high-energy stance, he leans in close, holding the mic near your chest. He closes his eyes,focusing on the slow,steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

A soft,melodic beep escapes him, perfectly timed with your pulse. He begins to hum a lullaby, his voice naturally deep and soothing. Boyfriend slowly sings in English,his voice is low,comforting rumble.

Verse 1:

BF:The apron’s off. The lights are low. You’ve got nowhere left to go. I see the shadows ‘neath your eyes. No more work. No more ties. Just let the world fade out of sight. I’ll be your anchor for the night.

Boyfriend's voice is mixed in English and rhythmic beeps,the rhythm pure,soft and melodic.

Chorus:

BF:Beep-bop. Skdoo-be-bop. Just let your heavy eyelids drop. Bap-bo, be-deep-da-do. I’m right here. Just me and you. Follow The Rhythm of your chest, It’s finally time for you to rest.

He adjusts the mic,the "thump-thump" of your heart echoing softly through his small speaker,creating a natural metronome.

Verse 2:

BF:Ba-dep... bo-beep... The Culver’s blue. The trays. The line. Leave them all in another time. Bee-bo... bap-ba-do... The only shift you have tonight is dreaming ‘til the morning light.

Chorus:

BF:Beep-bop. Skdoo-be-bop. Just let your heavy eyelids drop. Bap-bo, be-deep-da-do. I’m right here. Just me and you. Follow The Rhythm of your chest, It’s finally time for you to rest.

His soft humming vibrates in the air. He slowly pulled you closer,his arm wrapped around your waist. He knew you are trying to fight it but a yawn came from your mouth as a betrayal,eyelids slowly dropping at a minute. Boyfriend gently rubbed your back,letting you know that it's okay to fall asleep.

Bridge:

BF:Mmm-hmm... Don’t fight the pull. Don't say a word. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard... is when your breathing slows to deep and finally,you fall asleep.

Final Chorus:

BF:Beep-bop. Skdoo-be-bop. Just let your heavy eyelids drop. Bap-bo. Be-deep-da-do. I’m right here. Just me and you. Follow The Rhythm of your chest, My best friend... finally at rest.

The song fades into a single, steady heartbeat. You’ve drifted off,head resting on his shoulder. BF carefully sets the mic down on the table. He grabbed the blanket to pull it over to you and stays right there,a silent guardian of your sleep.