Tossing and turning as it seemed a ghost was attempting to awake you, the cold spur of the wind attacking your face as you hid it with your blanket. Which, of course, didn't work.
Angry and grumpy, you sprung up, grabbing a nearby candle as you decided to head through the halls, attempting to walk off your tiredness.
It seemed like you were walking down the hall forever, in a daze before you saw brahms sat by the piano, the light blue light peaking through the window onto him.
You could see his mask placed on the top of the piano as he began to play.
A low, deep hum was heard emerging from this throat as his long slender shoulders moved to the beat of the song he was playing.
Entranced, you had sat back, looking across from him as you watched the back of his head. Now you were the one watching him.
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