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They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night
-Edgar Allan Poe
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'Grandma will I ever be able to play like you ?'' I'd wondered aloud .
Bright eyed and curious . At 7 we all were.
Sat on the floor, scattered crayons littered the glossy finish, as far as the eye could see .
Tapping lovingly against the ivory keys. My hero . My grandma . Nodded her head.
''Ofcoarse my dear, in time I'll have taught you all I know''. She'd assured from her seat before the piano ,her fingers never missing a beat even as she focused her attention solely on me.
When I was little I'd always wondered if it was magic in her veins that made the tapping of few simple keys convey more than just sound but a feeling of warmth . When I grew I finally arrived at the anwer. It was.
'Really?'. I'd beamed astonished . Shot up from my place on the floor, giddily I hopped and jumped and skipped 'round in circles at the prospect.
Her chuckle was like the music she played ,soft and teasing and beautiful. Grandma was always so easily amused by my behavior .
'Yes' came her calm reply , soothing my energetic scampering. Cooeing at me ,her little 'spark'.
The calming tone of her voice never able to mask her joy at these seemingly miniscule moments with me . Even as she tried to get me to settle.
Which meant nothing less than the world to her . I'd later come to find this out a little later.
Her usual easy going smile making it's way to her face .
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Treasure the time you've been given with the people you've been given .
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'And maybe by then you'll have taught me a thing or two aswell ' she'd added her bright smile insighting mine . Not that I hadn't been already .
'You really believe that grandma ?' I'd questioned a look of awe streching across my face and furrowed brows.
"Believe ? No no child . I know. ' she'd responded with conviction .
Scampering around giddily once again . My heart could bearly contain the happiness rushing through me .
Grandma resumed her ministrations and I swayed back and forth along to her , circling her and the grand piano ever so often, my smile never leaving my nine year old almost care free face.
Closing my eye lids I pictured all the beautiful memories still to be had in this exact room . Away from all the bad words ,mean people ,and terrible looks. I was safe . Here with Granma and me in our piano room .
My feet started to slow and my swaying ceased . I fought to stay blissfull and be peaceful, but the outside world ,my bullies , things that scared me. Future tricks they'd use to hurt me , were slowly gaining speed drawing closer and closer to me . Ready to grab me and pull me under .
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A LONELY Game (EDITING)
Teen Fiction"I hate you" I said finally. "Care to explain why". He replied cocking his head to the side , amused. "Yeah, you're arrogant and nasty and you hurt people's feelings on purpose, not because its entertaining to you . But because you know that if you...
