Listen

A meal in the dining room. A game in the living room. The people are divided. I hear the tip-tap of dog claws on a hard wooden floor, as the small, white balls of fur run from friend to friend. A cry of uproar simultaneously sounds from both rooms. Perhaps a father has told a joke. Perhaps a game has been won and lost. Then through the din, a single melody reaches my ears. It is the smooth blues of a jazz pianist, improvising on the sleek, black piano. I lie back on my pillow and close my eyes to the beautiful music as I sink into the land of dreams.