Mas presses her palms against the ivory keys. A low C note vibrates through the floorboards. The moon cutouts on the wall pulse with silvery light. A splash of water hits her cheek.
She wipes her face and leans closer. The sheet music ripples like ocean waves. Salt air fills the room, mixing with old paper. She holds her breath, waiting for more magic to unfold.
The piano lid lifts on its own. Droplets turn into tiny, shimmering dolphins. One dolphin bounces off the windowpane with a playful tap. Mas giggles, reaching out to touch the wet key.
A large wave of sound crashes over the rug, soaking her slippers. A friendly sea friend emerges from the keys, shaking water onto her favorite stuffed bear. Mas gasps, then grabs a towel to dry him.
Mas sits back at the keyboard, playing a gentle melody that keeps the ocean calm. The dolphins settle into the carpet fibers, becoming star-shaped shadows again. She smiles, listening to the quiet rhythm of the night.
The final note fades into the silence. Moonlight streams through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Mas rests her head on her arms, feeling the lingering hum of the song. Sleep comes easily now.
Morning light filters through the curtains, turning the silver moon cutouts into simple paper shapes. The piano sits silent, closed tight. No water, no dolphins, just the smell of old paper and dust.
Mas stands up and brushes off her knees. She looks at the piano with a secret smile. The magic is gone, but the memory stays. She hums the tune one last time before breakfast.
