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A BEDTIME STORY
It had been a long and tiring day. I fought the urge to close my eyes. Eventually, the swaying of the subway car lulled me to sleep.
After an indiscernible amount of time, I woke up and was greeted by an elderly man playing a keyboard and singing lullabies.
When the man finished the final verse, he broke into an enormous smile. The rest of the subway passengers rewarded him with applause and laughter. I lifted my hand to hide the pink tint forming in my cheeks, and then reached into my purse to retrieve a crisp one-dollar bill.