Black and white keys

She lay on the couch. Looking up to the ceiling while stroking her dog's tangled fur, time slowed down.
She got up and looked around the room. Still and silent. Still and -- silent.

"What was all that about?"

Too still. Too quiet.
She walked to the black and white keys, and stayed there for hours.

Married men. Why do some act like they're single?
Single women. Why do some go after men who just aren't -- single?
And why do life questions always seem to appear out of nowhere when you're thinking about absolutely nothing on a lazy weekend afternoon?

She'd been up all night. She never expected that.
Not at 1 A.M.
Not at 3 A.M.
And definitely not at 5 A.M.
She fell asleep even before the clock struck 5 anyway.

3 o'clock. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't feel anything.
6 o'clock. Messages came flooding in. And they just continued.
9 o'clock. It doesn't seem as hurtful as she thought it would be.
12 o'clock. I don't think she's gonna learn.

She had her answer, and that was all that was needed.