I wrote this after staying with my grandparents in California. Each night, I would fall asleep to someone playing a piano. I asked my grandparents if they noticed the music, which they didn't. I pictured the person playing to be a boy about my age, someone who I could spend my time with over the vacation. I asked my grandparents if there was such a person living nearby, and sure enough, there was. So I thought, what if I went to meet him, what's the harm? After deeper consideration, I figured it would be better not to see if it was that boy playing the music. For what if the boy was a jerk? Or what if there wasn't a pianist after all? What if it was just a recording? So I decided that it would be better to let myself dream about the perfect situation then find out that my dream wasn't true after all.