I jolt into cognitive awareness, sitting bolt upright, my eyes blinking away the light as the blackness subsides from my vision, leaving a wash of colour in its place. As my senses return to me, I become faintly aware of the smell of lilies, delicate and floral, wafting around the room in an appealing array of whimsicality. Then I hear music- a light tune being tinkered on the piano, soft and airy like the notes of a distant melody singing on the air, as though from some far off revel held by the fairies dancing through the forest. It is beautiful, enchanting, to merely sit and listen the this wonderous array of musicality, sucking me into a trance as I stare blindly across the room, almost forgetting about the memory that had haunted my vision moments before.
Until I do remember, and everything comes rushing back.
