Love Games

Thirty: The night piano

In that last waking moment, just before I sink into the dream, I feel the bed shift slightly beneath me. Barely perceptible, but enough to bring me back to consciousness for a moment.

The warmth spreading over my body warms me, as if someone had covered me with an invisible blanket.

I turn to the other side in search of even greater comfort and let sleep finally take me.

Someone embraced me and the warmth of his touch calmed me for a moment.

But then the dream begins, the same one that has repeated itself many times before.

I am there again, running.

My heart is pounding in my throat, my legs are tingling from the effort, but I cannot stop.

I know someone is running behind me, chasing me.

Voices I cannot make out mix with the sound of my footsteps, coming closer and closer.

Suddenly I find myself in the middle of a void where I never wanted to go.

The strong light, the spotlight, blinded me.

I tried to shield my eyes, but it was too late.

Something snapped, as if something had burst right next to me.

The sound is sharp, echoing in my head, and then I feel a fear that pierces me to the bone.

In an instant, panic wakes me.

I screamed, but the voice seemed strange, as if it came from the depths of my soul.

I opened my eyes and my heart was pounding.

I am lying in my room, the bed cold now, my body drenched in sweat.

The darkness in the room is thick and silent, but the feeling that I felt someone beside me, someone holding me, still lingers.

I sit up straight, trying to calm my breathing and separate dream from reality.

But the feeling that something or someone is lurking doesn't go away.

It is as if the dream is still clinging to me, not allowing me to fully wake up.

Something tells me that this dream is not just a coincidence, but a warning, a mystery to be unravelled.

But for now, there is only silence in my room and the darkness of the night.

I was horrified to find the door open.

Before, I was sure I had closed it behind me. But now, between the dark emptiness of the room and the open door, there is a faint shaft of light seeping through the slightly ajar door.

My heart began to beat faster as I heard a sound in the silence that I had not expected.

The melody, soft and almost hypnotic, comes from somewhere outside.

The sound of a musical instrument, perhaps a piano, fills the room with an unexpected beauty that is at the same time eerie to me.

The music echoes through the house, its notes intertwined with my fears.

The faint light coming in through the door draws faint shadows on the floor and seems to invite me to approach, to discover what is on the other side.

But at the same time, I am paralysed with fear. Who is playing that music in the middle of the night? Why is the door open?

Something inside me makes me move, makes me get up and go and see.

But my legs refuse to move, as if something is holding me in this room, in this bed, which used to be my refuge but is now becoming a cage.