Her chubby fingers unclasp a silver box unleashing the calming notes of Fur Elise and a twirling ballerina.
She wipes her tears with the back of her hand and falls asleep.
Her fingers are frail and they ever-so-slightly quiver when she unfastens the clasp. She closes her eyes as the melody plays out till the end. The notes trickle down to the last bar-much like her faltering breath-and the ballerina jerks to a stop, forever frozen in a pirouette.
xx Constancy xx