Trey sang for hours perhaps. He didn't watch the time and in fact, he didn't care about time at all when he sang. It just felt so natural and perfect when he sang or played an instrument. At all other times, he felt out of place, but submerged in water as he created music, he felt perfectly at home.

Finally, the night deepened so much that even Trey couldn't resist the pull of sleep. He considered getting up and using the small bed pushed against the wall, mostly for show. In the end though, he just closed his eyes where he lay. He wouldn't turn pruney from the water and it felt comfortable there. So, his melody going silent, he settled into the water as if it were a pile of pillows. Sleep came easily and he didn't wake again until the sun sat high in the sky. His phone blinked with a half dozen messages that he ignored. Trey didn't care to listen because he knew what they would say. He recorded the guitar tracks yesterday, but today he would sing his new song. He just planned to do it on his own schedule.

After dressing in a dark blue shirt with sleeves that ate his hands and a low neck line that showed off the soft curve of his neck, he headed once again to the studio. Rather than the guitar case, he just carried a small stuffed white cat stuffed into the pocket of his dark jeans. It made him stand out, but Trey didn't even notice the strangeness. He was ready to spend an entire day in the recording and practice rooms as he built all his music. Maybe that melody from last night? He could use the base of it and build up...maybe.

Trey stepped into the building, let out a small sigh, then set to work. He missed the lakes though. He missed a lot of things he might never get back.