Chapter Six
Music. A gentle, soothing melody. It pulls me slowly from the depths of sleep, coaxing my eyes open with its warm, comforting tones. My bedroom is aglow with midmorning light, reminding me that it’s Saturday and I can stay in bed all day if I want to. I roll onto my back and close my eyes as the last cobwebs of sleep disappear and my brain finally recognises the music. One of my favourite piano pieces, Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique, second movement. Adam—fellow musician geek—must have put it on.
I lie in bed a while longer as the sun’s warmth tangles itself around the melody. Swirls of imaginary colour twist lazily around my room. Then, out of the blue, the notes stumble over each other and hesitate. My eyes fly open. Wait a second … This isn’t a recording. It’s live.
I sit
