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Warm shades of the sunrise light of gold, entered the room through the window. Sunlight
played on her face like bunnies, falling into her eyes. It made her wake up. Curtains
cautiously waved from the cold wind, coming in the room with a thin flow. Thousands of
goosebumps ran down her spine. Disgusting feeling penetrated everybody, even achieved
her finger tips. Forced herself to get out of her warm, cosy bed, she fell down. A hit the floor,
made her completely wake up. She rubbed her temples to stop the painful headache which
pierced her head as a needle. Getting up from the floor, she walked to the bathroom. Having
a look in the mirror she saw herself. Dishevelled, tangled hair like a bush after a sweet sleep,
pale skin without a blush and half-asleep, half-closed grey eyes. And these grey eyes looked
at her every morning, trying to realise that new day began. Stood like that for a few minutes
she finally made her morning routine and got out of the room.
Barefoot, she walked down the cold tiled steps, slowly, so as not to wake anyone. Large
windows passed through themselves an early sunlight, and reflected it on towering walls
with a yellow-gold colour. Fresh air in the house allowed her to breathe freely and feel better.
Devastated with a silence, close, familiar house, where she spent her childhood made her
feel uncomfortable and like someone was looking at herself.
The smooth piano melody coming from the closed milky door of her father’s office, got
away however the worrying which filled her mind. Bare frozen feet carried her to the door,
by the trace of the charming melody, soaking her ears, then flowing through her body and in
the end achieving and saturating her soul with a warm feeling. Fragile hand already held a
polished door handle, and pushed it. Slowly, with a creak as a cry the door opened, but even
this didn’t stop him playing. She tiptoed over and sat down on a dark-emerald leather sofa,
fully dived into the tune. A pungent smell of a candle dissolved in cool air and became soft,
pleasant and sweet like caramel. She stared into father’s nimble hands, danced by black and
white shiny piano keys, and made an entrancing sound that spread across the room.
Without noticing anything, like immersed deep in the play, his agile fingers quickly skipped
over the ivories, getting exactly on each of them. The keyboard of the piano resembled a set
of pearls , sparkling in the surrounding radiance of the rays. The melody was accompanied
by the noise of foliage and the singing of birds out of the window, which seemed to sing
along to the melody coming from his hands, which were covered with swollen veins
resembling thin strains flowing down them. He rocked back and forth, thereby putting all his
feelings into the piano, so the melody sounded light and flowed like a stream, making the
heart stop.
Without noticing time passing, the melody that took over her subconsciousness began to die
away , and ended with a few sonorous chords, which made her heart tremble. This melody
has stuck deep in her head for a long time, and still there.