Dan finally finished his soothing piano playing. The elderly enjoyed it, thoroughly.
I just seemed to have a greater appreciation for it.
Natural light was shining into the building filled with windows. The rays of light accentuated every feature of his. His cheekbones casted the most perfect shadow on his skin, his face in deep, tranquil concentration.
That sunlight. Somehow not blinding Dan but shining in the specific position in which a sliver of his eye would have a light green undertone.
His lips were slightly opened as he breathed in and out, calming down. I just noticed how pink his lips were. I never noticed in the dark. I only say him in the dim lights before. Nothing so bright. So beautiful.
Even the dust in between each key of the piano was exposed, floating about in the light.
His skin was so smooth. Like a baby. It was so perfect. How couldn't I have noticed before?
That day I gained a new appreciation for the morning. The day. The light. The morning gives you new opportunities and exposes the things you can't see in the dark. It shows us what we missed without the light in the late night. While we searched for it with no flashlight, it was here all along. All you had to do was wait till the morning.
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Apartment Thirty-Nine ~d.j.h~
FanfictionFrancesca Adams, the dreamer of apartment thirty-eight in Pine Acres Apartments is interrupted on a daily basis by the classical piano booming through the thin walls of her room neighbor and also towel boy, Dan Howell.
