OLIVIA W HEARS A VIOLIN PIECE.
Silently, I lay in bed waiting for dawn to rise.
As time passes the sky turns into a pale purple and clouds flow past my window. One cloud looks like an elephant, dancing around as happy as can be.
I store this beautiful moment inside my head. Then I hear the rest of my family begin to stir. I hear the faintest sound of my mother playing her indigo painted violin.
I sneak out of bed still in my pyjamas and crawl towards the lounge where I see my mother playing her favourite song. I watch her until she finishes.