You walked over to the hallway as you sighed stressfully. You couldn't stand being away from your job whenever you had to stay put and get some sleep! It's too hard! Hard to let your guard down when your gut is tangling that something is up when it's not! You walked over to the bathroom to get changed out of your clothes to your pajamas. After you got changed,you heard something from the distance..then..
Suddenly...One shadow quickly grabbed your hand and zoomed over the bedroom. You quickly tripped over your legs but the shadow caught you in the arms as you two arrived there. It puts you down as it turns on your nightlight,revealing who it is. It's...A Detective? No..it's an Underground Detective! He had a secret code named "Blueball".
You heard about his stories about his songs and how he inspired anyone to be who they are! Truly are inside and out! But why is he here? You are about to find out as he slid onto the bed,patting a spot for you to sat down. You slowly slid down on the bed next to him as he hummed a smooth,low sound as the music started.
Verse 1:
Blueball:You’re carrying the weight of every cold case file. I see it in your eyes. You haven’t slept in a while. The sirens in your head are still screaming out loud. But you’re safe now,far from the crowd. No need for a statement. No need for a plea. Just let the shadows settle and focus on me.
Chorus:
Blueball:No talking. No thinking. No fighting the tide. Lay down the armor you’re wearing inside. No protests allowed in the Glow Of The Blue. Just body language between me and you. A nuzzle. A heartbeat. A slow,steady hum. The work day is over. The healing has come.
Blueball leans in,gently pulling you against his chest. His chin is resting on your shoulder as he begins a slow shoulder massage.
Verse 2:
Blueball:I feel the tension knots. The secrets you keep. You’re wired for the hunt when you should be asleep. Your gut is a compass that won’t turn to north. But tonight,there’s no criminal calling you forth. The rhythm of my breathing is the only report. You’re out of the precinct. You’re out of the court.
Chorus:
Blueball:No talking. No thinking. No fighting the tide. Lay down the armor you’re wearing inside. No protests allowed in the Glow Of The Blue. Just body language between me and you. A nuzzle. A heartbeat. A slow,steady hum. The work day is over. The healing has come.
The music swells into a lo-fi, bass-heavy groove. Blueball stops singing but keeps the rhythm,his voice dropping to a gravelly,comforting whisper right against your ear.
Blueball:Hey. Look at me. Stop scanning the room for exits. The only thing you need to solve right now is how to let go. You’ve spent twelve hours being the shield, being the hunter, being the one everyone leans on. But here? In this room? You’re just you. You don’t have to prove your worth with a confession or a solved mystery. Your heartbeat is enough.
He wraps his arms around you in a firm, grounding hug,nuzzling into your hair. The tempo slows even further as he pulls you down into the pillows.
Bridge:
Blueball:Silence is a language you’re learning to speak. The fire is cooling. The spirit is weak. Let the massage melt the "who" and the "why" Under the watch of an underground guy.
Final Chorus:
Blueball:No talking. No thinking. No fighting the tide. Lay down the armor you’re wearing inside. No protests allowed in the Glow Of The Blue. Just body language between me and you. A nuzzle. A heartbeat. A slow,steady hum. The work day is over. The healing has come.
Outro:
Blueball:Case closed... Just breathe... I’ve got you... Sleep.
Fades out with the sound of a soft, rhythmic hum and the clicking off of the nightlight. Blueball reaches out, his fingers tracing the edge of your hand before slowly interlacing with yours. He doesn't pull.
He just waits until you let your weight fully settle against him. He begins to hum a new,deeper melody. One that vibrates through the mattress and into your chest, physically humming the stress out of your bones.