you’re dating aimee. she plays the electric guitar and writes music. she’s been working on a new song lately, she’s always practicing. it was like 4am, and you woke up to the sound of her faintly playing it in the living room. you sighed, trying to go back to sleep. but you couldn’t. you’d put a pillow over your ears, no luck. so finally you walked out into the living room, rubbing your eyes.