The Music Box

The Music Box

When she was a child, starry-eyed and enchanted by the world, she had a music box propped up on top of her dresser. It was a simple little thing—made of dark wood and embellished solely by a design of golden flowers on the top. But once it was opened, a tiny ballerina was revealed, rotating in a lovely yellow dressed bedecked with roses. She danced in perfect accompaniment of the music—a melody of whimsy and nostalgia and lost dreams. The little girl became enthralled by the magic of the box every time she opened it. She spun around her room, keeping in time with the song and pretending she was the ballerina—full of grace and poise and a beauty that could only be described as timeless.

Now the little girl has grown into a woman, not-so-starry-eyed and disenchanted by the world she has become accustomed to. She does not know what happened to the music box, but it is not sitting atop her new dresser in the new home she lives in. At night, however, she hears the song—a melody of whimsy and nostalgia and lost dreams. In her sleep, she is the ballerina, and she twirls around with a beauty that is timeless but reminds her of time and how quickly it can slip away.