Statua

I'm curled up in a chair, my arms around my knees and my head tucked safely against my thighs. I feel as though the world is crushing me from all around, like I'm buried in all of its expectations of me. I take a risk, lifting my head from the downcast angle to look around me. It's dark. I can't see. Then, a light. A single light flashes into existence in front of my eyes. As I look deeper into the light—the orb isn't blinding—I see the image of a piano. A beautiful symphony reaches my ears, followed closely by a wave of bliss. It was a dream, this light. One of my dreams. A smile came across my face. Another lig