The lights flickered in my room indicating it was time for me to go to bed. I closed the book, it was late. I had a lot to do in the morning.
"I closed the book, it was late. I had a lot to do in the morning."
In the background, softly, gently, as a drifting breeze crisscrossing the ocean, one could hear Claire de Lune playing. My mind fluttered, when hearing the music. Again it came to me and again I reached out to balance myself.
"I closed the book, it was late. I had a lot to do in the morning," again Claire de Lune playing gently even though I heard it plainly. It was as if I were in a dream, somewhere very far away, apart of me here, a part of me there.