*** Just Like Everything Else…***
She sighed and pushed hair from her eyes with a shaking hand. For the third time that night, she had woken from a nightmare. A dream in which tall denizens composed of the very matter of darkness held her beating heart in their talons. She shuddered against the memory and let her restless form fall back into her mountain of sweat soaked linens.
Not more than two feet to her right sat the shadowed form of a violin. She sighed and closed her eyes as the first soft notes and phrases of Vivaldi's Summer drifted past her. They calmed her nerves and drove the beasts of havoc from her tempered conscious. Silk brushed past her bare arms and she opened her weary eyes.
She was gone. No longer in her bed, in her room, in her house, but somewhere foreign and unfamiliar. She fought fatigue and confusion to sit up, supported by her elbows.
"Where have you taken me, my angel of music?" Her voice rang like a stranger's in the high ceiling room. Reverberating off of si