Charley took her time unpacking. She had unpacked all of her belongings by 11 that morning. After that she decided it was best if she sat and read for a little while. So she curled up with a book in the easy chair next to her bed. After ten minutes she has fallen fast asleep.
She began to dream. She was in a desert. All that was around her was a white horse. Charly got on the horse and it began to move. The horse began slow but quickly picked up pace. Charly began to wonder where the horse was going. It had no reins so Charly was not guiding the horse. Soon something appeared in the distance. It was her home, the one she had lived in all of her life until the past week. The horse stopped in front of the house. Charly got off the horse. She walked up the front steps and stopped on the porch. In the chair sat a young boy of about 5.
The boy saw her and ran to her taking her hand. He looked up to her with blue eyes and began speaking in an English accent. "I want to show you something."
Charly nodded and he began to drag her along with him. He took her around the corner to the side door of the house. "Jonathan" a voice called behind them. The boy dropped her hand and looked back up at her. "My mum is calling." The boy then pulled down on her hand until she was down on her knees looking into his eyes. The boy kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "you are very pretty." She looked into his eyes one last time before he ran off towards the front of the house.
Charly then turned around and looked at the door in front of her. She put her hand on the knob and opened the door. The door, which normally opened into the kitchen, now opened into her father's office. There was a small, weasly looking man, dressed all on black with a small red cap on his head in the seat of her fathers desk.
"Who are you?" she asked him. He looked at her with a crooked smile, "what are you doing in my house?"
The man then stood up. "This isn't your house anymore" he said in an accent that she was unsure of. "You left it remember. To find you brother."
"How did you know that?"
"I have my connections" he answered back. He stepped closer to her and when she tried to back up she ran into a wall. "Tell O'Connell I said 'Hello'"
"Who are you?" she asked again.
"Beni" he said, then he was gone and she found her self awake in the chair she had fallen asleep in.
She looked at the clock the wall, and saw that it was 10 after 12. She decided it was time to make her presence known downstairs. She got up and straighted her skirt with her hands. The she glanced at the mirror on the wall and patted her hair into place. She exited the room with a slight smile on her face. She walked down the hall to the staircase. When she reached it she heard faint music playing. She straind her ears to try and hear where it was coming from, she then followed it down the stairs.
When she got to the bottom of the staircase she paused again listening. It was a beautiful sound, one that made her tingle. She found it was off to her left, she looked over and found that all doors were open except one. She walked to it, and found the sound eminating from there. She smiled to herself, no one else seemed to be around. She turned the knob on the door and began to open in slowly. She kept going until she could slip herself inside. She quietly shut the door behind her and looked to the piano.
It was Jonathan! He was the one making the beautiful music. She sat and listen to him play. He seemed to be enjoying every note he was playing. The sight and sound of him playing brought tears to her eyes. 'keep you composure' she thought to herself.
Jonathan then slowed down and stopped. Charly didn't know what to do. So she clapped. His head turned quickly in embarressment. When he saw her, he smiled. "Ah, so you caught me?"
She nodded shyly. "I didn't know you could play piano." She began to walk towards him
"I forgot I could." He laughed.
"Well, you played it beautifully!" she sat down next to him on the bench.
He turned to look her in the face, "Do you know what made me play?" She shook her head, looking at the keys of the piano, "Your singing last night."
She looked up at him. "Really?"
"Yes, it was beautiful. Will you sing it for me? I will play for you."
"I don't know"
"Please?" he said picking up her hand and kissing it.
"Sure. In Italian or English?"
"English"
He began to play the music and soon she began to sing.
"Gently murmur your lips all sweet and tender,
your lips all sweet and tender,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy
Gently murmur your lips all sweet and tender,
your lips all sweet and tender,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy.
To your beauty love brings homage,
With a kiss love sets you free,
With a kiss love sets you free,
Sweetest source and fount of joy,
Ah, yes, fount of joy
Gently murmur your lips all sweet and tender,
your lips all sweet and tender,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy
Gently murmur your lips all sweet and tender,
your lips all sweet and tender,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy
Cadence so soft and dear to me yes,
Filling happy hours with Joy,
My hours with Joy."
As Jonathan played the end of the song Charly watched him. He finished and looked to her. She then leaned in and kissed him.