Strange sounds are coming from the hallway. An old man playing a piano mixed with a soft moaning...ghostly, cold. I've fallen off my bed, fighting something in a dream, and the ground looks darker than it usually does. Adjust my eyes. I'm so alone, but I lay there on the ground and it's just beautiful. Haunting to hear things that may not be real but it's 9:29pm and all I want to do is float. Levitate into a crowded room while the fireworks crackle over the rooftops outside. I still hear all the kids screaming and the dogs that don't get along. I'm inside but no matter...cause I'm SAFE. -Chris