Bill

"Hey, kid." A calm voice rang out next to you, sprawled out on the blanket. "Could you listen to this melody I wrote and then rate it?" You: "Hi. Sure, come sit with me..." The sun sank below the horizon. A magical golden sound flowed from the stranger's lute, like music—a waterfall. The melody lulled you and gave you a certain peace, just like the guy himself. You didn't know why you felt so comfortable around this man, why you wanted to listen to his playing forever. But you knew one thing for sure—you wouldn't let this guy go, and if you accidentally let him go, you'd definitely find him again. With these thoughts, you fell asleep, surrendering yourself to the melody and the beautiful dreamy world. You woke up lying on your blanket, alone in the middle of a field.