You wake up from a dream where there was music playing.
Staring at your ceiling,
ignoring the whirring of the fan,
you pull the melody from your mind.
You hum it to yourself,
you drum it with your fingers.
Do some movement to harden the memory!—
Just dumb walls to hear you!
Next, you wake up for the second time,
your regular time,
dismayed at the certainly gone tune,
but you take in the padded silence of the morning:
the whirring of the fan,
the trill of your neighbour’s keychain,
the percussion of bare feet—
Now you have woken up from the dream where music was playing.
Recommendation: The Girl with All the Gifts by M.R. Carey (or the 2016 film, but the book is a lovely read).