पेंटिंग

The deep purples wash over the page, I lose track of time. Tiny brushstrokes, a miniature abstract of the thoughts drifting through my mind. Colors mixing, fading, reapplied. Repetitive, surprising, soothing. I am completely lost in my own world -
until I feel his warmth behind my back, his kiss hot on my mouth. Waking up from a daydream has never been so wonderful.