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apply paint. Her head moved from one
side to another as she thought about the movements, and for long
moments, she would do nothing but stare.
    When she was thirsty, she would drink, and
when she was frustrated, she would think. The focus was intense,
and she didn't notice that her tea never ran out, nor did she
notice the sunlight beginning to stream through the windows.
    Setting her brushes down, she pulled back and
examined her work. The latticework was finely detailed, and the
background stark in contrast, allowing for the vibrant greens and
purples to shine. However, something was still wrong. She hadn't
worked on this painting since Michael had last been here, and she
wondered what his thoughts might be. She smiled for a moment.
    How had he come to mind ? she
wondered.
    Normally, she was so focused on her work that
nothing intruded upon her thoughts but more paint, more
perspective, and more tea. She turned about and found Michael,
exactly where he was supposed to be—on the couch, bare-chested, and
wearing nothing but slacks. She didn't even find it odd that he was
there.
    As with the previous night they had shared
together, she went to him and curled up on the couch. He was
asleep, and she smiled as she put her head in his lap. His hand
wasn’t stroking her hair, but she didn't mind. The easel was the
thing that mattered and it continued to mock her as she looked at
it.
    "I don't know," she said quietly. "Maybe I
just need to chuck it and start with a new canvass."
    "The lament of every artist I imagine,"
Michael whispered back to her.
    He must have woken when she laid her head on
him, and she smiled as she began to feel his hand stroke her hair.
Melanie didn't respond to his words, but she squeezed her hand,
which was resting on his leg to let him know that she
understood.
    "I still can't get it right," she said after
a moment. "What would you do?"
    "I'm an architect," he replied. "I would
straighten out the lines, add some symmetry, and specify a Koehler
toilet."
    Melanie turned her head to his leg and bit
him. This time she did it hard enough so that his exclamation of
pain was genuine. After he quieted down from more noise than he
needed to make, she patted his leg softly as if to say "Poor
Baby."
    "Teal," Michael said suddenly.
    Melanie's brow furrowed, a task made more
difficult by the fact that she was still laying on his leg.
However, as she thought about it, the idea had merit. Teal might
add another level of intricacy and fill some of her voids, but not
just any teal. She would have to mix this just right.
     
    "What?" she asked as she suddenly turned
around.
    "Do you want breakfast?" Michael said.
    Melanie took a moment to understand her
situation. She was standing in front of her canvass, paintbrush in
hand, and Michael was smiling at her with a cup of coffee in his
hand.
    "What time is it?" she asked with some
confusion.
    Michael laughed, and Melanie turned her eyes
to slits.
    That man laughs far too often at me ,
she thought.
    However, she could only glare at him and set
her frame to show him that he did not impress her. Michael actually
had the nerve to chuckle even more, but he did have the manners to
try to hide it with a hand over his mouth.
    "It's still Saturday if that's what you're
asking," he replied like a jackass.
    "No, funny man," she replied, as she set her
paints down and went to grab her phone. She found it right where it
was supposed to be, thank God. She had learned long ago to always
put her phone in the same spot when at home. If she didn't, she
would walk around aimlessly, deep in thought, and that stupid phone
would end up in the oddest places; the freezer was one that came
immediately to mind; at least it had still worked after she had
thawed it.
    "Breakfast?" Michael asked again.
    "Oh, whatever," she replied. She looked at
the time. It was eight in the morning; she pursed her lips and
nodded her head.
    Not bad , she thought; she had
certainly lost more time than that on previous