Malichan121

It was a fleeting dream, my consciousness barley remembers the encounter. What little I remember is coming back to me as I hear again, the whistle of a beautiful flute as it wraps me around in it's tune. The music stirs me up, I can feel my emotions rising in my chest, though I have no idea why. A bright light blinds me as I try to see exactly what, or who, is playing the flute. I shield my eyes from this light, it causes me to see bright spots from under my eyelids. The emotion that had been  stirred up in my chest turns hard. I feel a throb in my head and a heat wash over my face. I am angry. Frustrated. The music washes over my ears and pl