Dream 01
[ From a direct perspective, hands can be seen gently rolling over the keys of a piano. An almost nostalgic melody flows through the air, trailing off into the air as the line of vision looks up to the corner of the room.
It is warmly lit, the sun shining through the curtains. The vision, focuses on a shadowed young lady sitting comfortably on a cushioned chair, elegant and detailed. Because of the light behind her, it is hard to make out her face, one may note the long hair that hung over her shoulders and even onto her dress. It was simple, a light cream, perhaps enhanced by the lighting. A smile could be made out, if one took the time to note it. ]
Did you write that one?
[ Her voice was soft, and almost as melodic as the song previously played. The line of sight bobs, as if the person behind it is nodding. Her head leans to one side, reaching forward to pick a cup of tea off an end table. ]
Do you have a name for it yet...?
[ It shakes and a male voice responds. ]
Not yet... But when I was writing it, I thought of you.
[ The woman falls into a small fit of laughter. It really accentuates how attractive she is. She gets up, placing the cup aside once more, then walking forward to the source of the male voice.
She's leaning close enough to be seen now. Her smile radiates as a hand comes forward to caress the side of his face.
The dream ends. ]
[ Glen is lying in a bed, his eyes slowly open as he looks over to the device recording him. Irritating.
He sits up and switches the device off. ]