miss melody had a dream // tally hall

i . her home is here, its all she knows

Reluctant but delicate fingers had hovered over the keys of the piano that had belonged to her for over years of childhood. After a moment of hesitation, she pressed her fingers down the piano keys and played a harmonic melody. As every quiet afternoon went. 

Funny enough, her name was Melody. Her mother had thought it had been a lovely name for a lovely daughter like her. And funny enough, every quiet afternoon she and her mother would play the piano together. 

Well, now that she is much older, she is simply referred to as: Miss Melody. And every afternoon, now and then, sheʼd play the piano her mother handed to her. 

She continued to play of course. Alone in the serenity of peace and quiet besides the soft-spoken tune of the piano. Miss Melody had lived alone, of course, and even though she had prefered it that way, she would not mind the company of a friend. 

It wasnʼt long until she remembered a dream she had. It was still fresh in her mind that morning, and only forgot it when she went out for her errands. 

The dream had featured her back in her old home in Hummingbird Grove. Her mother and father. And her two sisters. And in the flower field, they played there. Exactly like the old days in her childhood. And unfortunately, the dream had stopped when she tripped and fell in her dream. (Which certainly frightened Miss Melody awake). 

It was an odd dream. Because she had distinctly remembered her mother calling out to them in her dream. Though, now, she couldnʼt remember what she said. Only the dream itself. Or parts of her dream now. Recounting and recalling as her fingers danced on the piano keys without much aim and rhythm now. 

And her becoming out of key was what snapped back into her thoughts. Miss Melody exhaled wearily, her fingers were tired anyway. She steps from her piano playing, and takes a look at the clock. 

Five oʼclock. Hm, well, she could probably get started on dinner already. 

Now, as she gets started on whatever she could think of for dinner, she realized that maybe company could never be bad after all.