Pale light peeked through cloths of maroon, casting playful shadows around the many ornate vases that were placed delicately around the Music room. A window was left open and bare, allowing the fragrance from the garden down below to join the room in matrimony, mixing in with the smell of vanilla that hung in the air on a silver thread. Pink, luscious cherry blossom trees danced with the wind, soft petals falling to the ground in a daze. Sunlight grazed the ebony keys of the piano, playing a gentle tune for its audience of two that sat by a glass-stained window.
A small, vintage table was placed under the window, the silken cloth sweeping the ground like a pool of white. The centerpiece, a vase that held a singular rose of pure bliss, dipping its head to a hair of gold. Fingers wrapped around decorative teacups, holding secrets to themselves and lifting it up to gossiping mouths. They spoke of topics of clear weathers, practices and lessons that still played in their minds like an old record player. It felt like a dream, calming like the ripples off of the moon. Appealing like the warm tea that slides down and leaves one feeling breathless, just like kiss that keeps her up at night.
A breeze came in swiftly, bringing in petals of pale pink, landing in their cups, sending a series of beautiful laughters that rang throughout the room like a gentle bell. A hand was placed upon on the table, the body leaning forward ever so slightly, afraid to speak any louder in case if someone caught the two. A painted hand of pastel was placed on top of the other, reassuring, rubbing a thumb across delicate skin like a butterfly.
The two girls sat in silence, relishing the moment. Savoring its ruby red taste. Never wanting the day to end so soon.