Wishing Upon Falling Stars - My soul in frames...

It slips your mind and you run to find the notebook by your bed. You start flipping through the pages drowned in the ink of your pen. Nothing, no sign of the music, but it has to be here. You became a bit frantic. How could you not write it down? Then your eye catches a small white flap flutter from under the edge of your pillow. Your hand is shaking but you pull out the scrap and struggle to unravel it, hoping the whole time that this is it. Your sanity just might depend on it. But it wasn't the note, just the code to your safe that you had written down so you wouldn't forget. But wait, you had forgotten something. That's where you had put my song, solely because you cherished it more than the rest of your dream slips. Hunger churns in the pit of your stomach and the rest of your thoughts momentarily dissolve.