but she kept retreating into her bedroom, locking herself in. they could see the light peek through the crack of the bedroom door. they could hear the music creep into the hallway. but just barely.

and like clockwork, the light would not go off until 3 in the morning, sometimes 4 or even 5. sometimes they'd go to bed, and she'd still be in there, doing whatever it was she was doing, the music still playing.