Davidson's [POV]
Something tickles my subconscious. Something soft and pretty and fragile. I sigh, wishing Yuna were here, running her fingers through my hair again. It felt so good when she dried my hair. Her fingertips massaged my scalp, although I don't think she meant to do that. But her hands are so strong that it turned out that way.
My super-efficient dryer works too well, though. It only took a second for her to be finished. I should get myself a cheap, no-name dryer the size of my palm from Target. Maybe grow my hair out, too.
The soft, pretty and fragile something continues to tickle my mind. It obviously isn't me fantasizing about Yuna's hands on me.
Finally, I open my eyes. It's still dark in my bedroom, but I can hear a faint melody coming from downstairs.
Did I forget to shut down the connection between the piano and the iPad? I could've forgotten to turn off the setting... But still, why would the instrument start playing at night?
