she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling. music was playing somewhere, floating in through the open window. calm music, gently written. it was a drug. she drank it up like wine, breathed it in, exhaled it like a vapor. she felt the intracicies of the song ripple along her skin, felt the notes like raindrops that cascaded down on her and soaked her to the bone until she swam in a undulating, golden sea of music.
she closed her eyes and bathed in warmth of the notes, letting them lap at her and cleanse her and her thoughts.
it made her smile, and that was good, and that was all there was.