Piano Spy

Last night I dreamt that I was a spy. With my feminine charm I was able to enter a "secured" military building to find a quiet place to nap. Each room had thick concrete walls that silenced the outside world, though much to my chagrin I was unable to locate a room with a suitable place to sleep. I haunted as many rooms and hallways I could searching for a simple bed, cot or couch to rest my weary head. No luck.

Upon my search I found a giant room with a piano. I slowly walked over to it and lovingly caressed the keys remembering the times when I was child trying to make music as the dust slid onto my fingers and the ivory chilled my hands. I closed my eyes as the Pink Panther melody hummed through me.

When I finally opened my eyes I was awake and listening to the gentle hum of my alarm.