I open my eyes and see the most beautiful grand piano, the one I always dreamed of. Glossy black, matching seat and waiting to be played. I feel like my six year old self again, seeing a similar piano and walking up to it. Letting my hand glide over it, caress it, over the keys. It feels familiar to sit down again, position my feet and let my hands rest on the keys. I close my eyes and my hands start to move, Fur Elise starts to swell. One of the pieces I worked the hardest on, it was my favorite and my fingers know it well as if it is still a second nature to them even though I haven’t played in years.