Ojos Negros
Roland woke up feeling very exhausted. It was like even though he had slept and taken a good amount of rest for about 9 hours, he still knew he was too restless in his sleep that it amounted to nothing.
He went to calm himself and wash his face in the mirror. Once again, he was met by that face that wasn't there.
Roland tried to ignore it, and went to sit on the edge of the bed. He picked one of his vinyls, and chose a gift by Artea Holmwood. She gave him a collection of tango, jazz and other mellow music that she claimed often helped her think or lose some steam.
He picked at random, and accidentally picked 'Ojos negros, que facinan'.
The dark eyes that fascinates.
Roland frowned, feeling even more restless at the lyrics he understood. But he still kept listening to it, until he did find his mind settling a bit.