~Destiny~
Somewhere in my dream, I could hear the piano being played. Not badly or incorrectly, but not very complex or exciting. I shifted in my sleep and then came to my senses when I felt stiff strings taught against the underside of my arms. I lifted myself and noticed that I went to sleep on the guitar while I practiced last night.
Under my forearm, I discovered little red folds of skin that was compressed overnight under the guitar strings. I sighed and rubbed the creases and stood up sleepily. It wasn't in my dream, I heard the piano somewhere downstairs being played.
After scratching my arm, I staggered downstairs while holding the railing and walked into the living room. I saw the back of an unbuttoned denim t-shirt and the glint of an earring. Namely Dawson. I walked towards
