Post by hannah on Apr 4, 2010 0:00:13 GMT -5
It was late, but Hannah couldn't sleep. In her attempts, she kept tossing and turning.The night air was cold. Far colder than Hannah liked. This never happened back home. she thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling. Florida never got cold. Chilly, yes; windy, of course, but never cold. Not even during that big freeze this past winter. Now she shivered alone in the darkness of the dorm surrounded by her sleeping friends, who were less than unnerved by the night air.
Hannah couldn't stand it any more - the chill or the uncanny silence. Air was meant for music, not snoring or chatter or snow flurries or absolute quiet. Through the blackness, Hannah reached for her guitar, but then set it back in it's place. If she took her guitar, her other half, Hannah knew she couldn't possibly hope of going back to sleep before the dawn came. Anxious to solve at least one of her two problems at hand, she felt her way through the room to the door and slipped outside. There was only one place where a fire could be lit on a night like this. She lightly raced towards Lassus Hall. Once there, she slammed the door closed behind her and jumped a little at the loudness of her action. Hannah certainly didn't want to wake anybody up. Hannah rushed over to the fireplace and quickly went to lighting a fire. Once a few small flames crept up and began to warm her icy hands, Hannah looked around the recreation hall. She had been here just a time or two before, but it had been filled with crowds of carefree campers. Now it was just a dark space of silence. It was odd to see the room so empty - shadows lurking everywhere. They seemed to chase after Hannah in the edges of her vision. In the corner of the room, she saw a large, graceful piano. It seemed to call her. A beacon of light in this endless darkness. Pulling out and sitting on the bench before it, Hannah couldn't help thinking of the day she left home to come here. On the plane she jotted down a tune. No words, just notes in patterns. Now she lightly but surely allowed her hands to fly across the piano. As she played, the more and more she realized that this song deserved words. A lyric to share it's creation. Pencil in hand, she plopped her head in her hands and tried to think of a place to begin.
Song (w/lyrics): clicky!
Tagged: Sophia
Notes:yay! can't wait to get this going! XD