Overlooking the cityscape under the burning horizon, I fall asleep. I drift away into a dream and I don’t wake up. I never want to wake up again. I got worn out chasing a star that mesmerized me with its glow. I wanted it to shine for me alone. No matter what, I was never getting closer. Reaching out, but never touching. Forgetting everything. Even myself. I lay on a cloud breathless. And there is nobody to wake me up from this dream. Below the starry blanket there is just me.
I woke up from a dream. I don’t remember what it was. My eyes shot open, thinking I had to get up for work. Damn… And quickly a realization came. I don’t have to go to work today. And what’s that? It’s a little gloomier outside than usual. It’s raining… A blissful feeling so rare came over me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way. So warm and cozy under the blanket. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. It’s the little things… Things like these are where bliss hides. Where happiness lies. Never too far away. Inside.
He played the piano as I laid on the sofa, reading a book. The sun was peeking into the room through tall, arched windows. The wind was gently moving the curtains. A patterned carpet covered the old wooden floor. The fireplace sat still.
My thoughts drifted away into a cabin in the woods. Playing the piano with open doors. Forest creatures gathering to listen to it. Almost like in a fairy tale. Fingers dancing on the keys. Playing the piano was I.
I opened my eyes to look through the windows. Green, lush trees swayed in the wind. Watching him and myself was I. From another corner of the room.
Such a beautiful melody. Singing to my soul. He was playing the piano. He was I.