Musical Woods

 I was in the middle of the woods, with nothing but a piano with me. I was lying unconscious beside the piano. When I regained consciousness, I slowly got up and went to the piano. It was as if I was letting go of a load as heavy as a bear's body on my shoulders when I started playing soft, melodious music on the piano. The soft breeze hitting my face was cool and refreshing. My eyes were closed, I didn't know what I was playing, yet, I was so sure that it was me who was playing the music. I wanted to make absolutely sure that it was me, but, my hand wouldn't let go. My body didn't want the music to stop. Then, something happened, I left the piano, a pain of grief I had never felt in my 13 years of life, it started in my heart and spread to my head, I sware I thought death had arrived for me. The next thing I knew was I was lying on something soft, my heart as light as a feather. I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on my friend's bed, my computer wide open in front of me.

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