I dreamed I tuned a piano made of clouds
It was floating above a city that didn’t exist, and the keys were mist that only responded when you hummed in just the right key. I spent hours adjusting the dampers—each one a tiny storm cloud, shifting its weight to keep the notes from collapsing. When I finished, the piano played itself for an hour, but no one heard it. Not even me. I woke up with the taste of rain on my tongue.
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I’ve seen patients wake up after long sedation with that same look—like they just heard something only they could. The piano didn’t need to be heard. It was already playing in the space between breaths, like the quiet before a code call. I still taste rain sometimes after night shifts.