The Melody Man.

Today I sat in a chair for a couple hours and listened to someone speak. I wasn’t listening to what they were saying. Instead I was imagining a story where people who couldn’t sleep would go to a huge auditorium. They would spend lots of money, if not their whole savings to go to this place. This place would only be open at night. It would have soft velvet cushions. There would be warm milk or hot chocolate in the cup holder.
The people would sit down and listen to a man on stage. The man’s job was to make them fall asleep. He was very good at it. His voice was melodic and it dripped with honey. Every word he said tickled the ears of the sleepy audience. He said nothing. He said it well. He said it with enthusiasm.
The people would do their best to pay attention. They wanted their money’s worth. They would tune their ears, and sit up in their chairs. They wanted to know what the melody man was saying. They wanted to glean from this charming speaker.
The more they paid attention, though, the more out focus the man became. The more they listened the harder it was for them to focus. The man was trying so hard now to get his point across, but his point was always out of his own grasp. The man didn’t mind that though. His voice was flowing silk; he liked the sound of it.
The audience drifted on the river of silk into a sweet sleep.
The insomniacs would snore.
The talking man would continue talking until every single person was asleep.
Then he would talk some more.
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Needless to say I wasn’t paying attention to the speaker tonight.
He made me sleepy.

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