The moon cast a gentle glow over the world, painting the night sky with a myriad of twinkling stars.

Jennie once again cradled the phone to her ear, the familiar voice of Rosie resonating through the quiet of her hospital room. Together, they embarked on their nightly ritual of watching the celestial ballet unfold above.

As they gazed at the heavens, their conversation meandered like a gentle breeze, carrying them deeper into the realm of shared experiences. Jennie’s curiosity sparked; her voice laced with a hint of intrigue.

“Rosie, your voice sounds nice. Do you sing?” she asked, her eyes tracing the constellations above.

Rosie chuckled softly, her laughter floating through the phone like a delicate melody. “Sometimes,” she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of modesty. “Singing is just something I do when the mood strikes.”

Jennie smiled, a now familiar warmth flickering within her. “Maybe you should consider performing for a living,” she teased, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Maybe in another life, I’m a singer.” Rosie played along.

Their conversation meandered further, exploring the depths of Rosie’s musical inclinations. Jennie’s curiosity piqued once again, her voice taking on a slightly softer tone.

“And what about instruments? Can you play any?” she inquired, her words showing a genuine interest.

Rosie’s response held a tinge of nostalgia, and Jennie couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for her. “I used to play the guitar and the piano. Music used to be a part of my life, but I’m stuck in this hospital now wi