WIP or a WIP i'm currently exploring in my head

She wandered down the dark hallway as if in a trance. The melody before her pulled her forward with promises untold. Emotions poured from the notes as they led her down the hallway to an unknown player. The minor keys pulled at her heart. It touched her in a way nothing ever had. Though the hallway was unfamiliar to her she seemed to move as if she knew every obstacle with out looking to the floor. The strange material of the gown she wore swished ever so softly against her legs and the floor beneath her. The soft clack of her heals against the hard wood mingled with the beat of the soft melody.
As she reached the door that lead to the mystery player and the source of the beautiful tune, it stopped. With a shake of her long brown curls the trance all but dissipates from her conscience returning her to the strange hallway. Panic rose up in her stomach and she could taste the bile. With out hesitation she reached for the doorknob even though her mind screamed at her not to. As the door opened and she took a step forward into the room before her, everything went black.
Satyana awoke from her dream startled. Her hand rose from beneath the cover to cover her eyes and forehead. The melody always haunted her long after she woke from the strange dream. Always the same hallway and always the same melody. None of it made any sense to her. No matter how hard she tried she'd never been able to reproduce her mysterious melody from her dreams. Every time she sat down and tried to remember it she'd forget everything. Why she was there what she was doing and then for a few weeks she'd be free from it. Then like a cat in the night it would return to haunt her. Every dream the same. Wandering down the hallway in the strange dress in search of the melody and the player behind it.
She pulled the comforter tightly around her as she desperately tried to find her way back into the dream world. The melody still lingered in the back of her mind making it near impossible for her to return to that blissful state of dreams and sleep. She sighed and resigned herself to defeat. The comforter made its sounds of disappointment as she pulled it from her and sat up rubbing her eyes. With a small cat like stretch she crawled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen and the blissful ambrosia that is coffee.
With the push of a button the lovely smell of coffee filled the small apartment. Satyanna shrugged her strap back over her shoulder and with her feet shuffling along the hard wood floors of the hallway, made her way to the bathroom and the cool tile floor. Starting the shower up she moved to grab the towel from the closet and turn to look at her self in the mirror. Again she looked as though she hadn't slept all night. Looked like another makeup day even though the heat index had other plans. She stepped into the hot water and let it wash away her negativity. Water was her element and it always calmed her after one of the dreams. She couldn't' quite find it in herself to call it a night mare when the melody was so tempting and lovely. Nightmares were normally terrifying and had negative connotations.
Saty looked up at the water and with a slight prayer of thanks to the element for its calming effects she promptly shut the it off. She wrapped the towel around her just as the alarm on her phone notified her that it was promptly 7 am and she needed to be up. She laughed as she turn it off and moved to get her coffee with cream and sugar. The rest of her morning was the usual boring routine.