Redbone 🔖

"Stay woke," he whispered, a mantra he couldn't help but repeat. “Too late,” the song seemed to echo in his mind.

The neon sign outside the motel buzzed, casting a sickly red glow over the peeling wallpaper of Room 204. Inside, the only sound was the low, rhythmic bassline of Childish Gambino’s "Redbone" crackling from a cheap Bluetooth speaker, a song that seemed to warp the very air of the room. Redbone

“If you want it, you can have it,” he thought, looking at her in the mirror. "Stay woke," he whispered, a mantra he couldn't

He’d heard the whisperings, the suggestions that she was too much, too captivating, too… scandalous. " he whispered

“Stay woke,” the falsetto sang, a haunting warning that hung in the air.