Where Are the Cymbals
Violin music wafts in, so clear and pretty.
A dreamy cloudlike feeling.
Indescribable.
A lively flute perks things up.
She feels like dancing.
Angelic.
Where is the saxophone?
I hear it instantly.
Jazz!
The drums? The cymbals?
I am smiling now.
Bam.
Alarm clock goes off.
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