"I'm not as much musically adapted as you are, isn't it?", said the blondish woman sitting by the piano which was facing a window, her bloody colored nails were tapping black and white keys with uncertainty.
With a quick sigh "Ah..", the man opened his mouth as if he were to eat a dragon "- well dear, I got you this piano because I wanted to, I see the talent in you."
Rebecca didn't say anything, she glanced through the window looking on purple yorgovans growing, they curved up around the window seal, "The purple color is suffocating.", she thought.
In the next few moments, while she was dazed by the color purple, sheets started to rumble behind her, and a cigarette was lit, Dream is gone , he will be lost in his work for hours. The dimly gray smoke entered her nostrils, she didn't want to turn around, she felt as, if she were to turn around, she would interrupt something important. Even if this mansion was basically hers, it's on paper. The walls, this piano, the atmosphere didn't accept her. Even if she were to spend the rest of her living years between these old vintage rooms, every time she would wake up, she would feel like a newcomer, just a guest, trying to outcome all the moments that have happened here.
She ran her left-hand trough her shortcut her, she felt the cold wedding ring on her ear lobe. She stood up and went for a glass of water with a silent sigh, which she sounded in her head, as if not to interrupt the music of rambling sheets.
Going trough halls, she could see the sunlight resting on the floor's many carpets, the beginning of summer months, you could feel them when you would be in the outside fields, or even on the 3rds floor balcony, but inside these tombs, every warmth of sun rays would perish. You could see the change on the fields, changes in the sky, but this mansion would stay the same for the whole year. Old woody smell would come at you wherever you were in this house.
The tap let out a fistfull of water that filled the yellow colored glass, as she was pressing her lower lip, living a lipstick mark on the top of the glass, a hard and blisfull ring ran trough the house. The wall felt shudder, and her hand slipped.
Her lost in thought and water mixing with the yellow glass, those kitchen tiles felt the taste of lemonade for the first time.
Dream got up and went to the door.
