The Bright Colours of Misery [COMPLETED]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 -drawing a diverse morning-

Heidi awoke very early the next morning. Some might say it was a little too early, but my human jumped out of bed, as soon as she had caught a glimpse of the sky outside the window. It was bright pink. Heidi immediately grabbed her colour palette and tiptoed down the stairs, praying she wouldn't wake anyone. On her way she collected a few wooden shards under her delicate fingers, but she didn't care in the slightest. She threw all the curtains open, and then sat down next to the biggest one, taking this beautiful sight in. The sky appeared to be mainly pink, but there were thousands more colours holding out there. Orange, violet, gold, red even. Heidi sat there on the floor, her eyes locked in place by this wonderful sky. She had never seen it looking like this and she wished it would never stop.

"Beautiful," She whispered to herself before grabbing her paintbrushes and some newspaper. She couldn't waste a single second. What if it all disappeared too fast. She dipped her brush in water, delicately dipped it in the rosa rot and started brushing it over her canvas. No other sound, no other events, just my human, a paint brush and a morning sky. When Heidi's knees were all wet because of water leaking through the thin paper she decided to stop. She sighed and stood up slowly, she hated the feeling of water seeping through her pyjamas. It made her really uncomfortable, but as soon as she took a look at her now colourful newspaper she smiled, the colours had mixed well together today. Heidi decided to put it on the back porch so it would dry quicker, and wouldn't be at risk of being ruined by her siblings. This entrance was never used outside of warm summer days by anyone, apart from maybe Gisela, but Gisela was a careful and gentle young girl who wouldn't step on her older sister's painting. My human clutched her cardigan as the cold morning wind hit her face, it was sort of freezing, her eyes drifted up toward the sky once again and to her surprise a little further away, the sky appeared to be violet and blue. She couldn't see it all too clearly, but oh she wished to. With quiet steps she walked up to her room, the stairs barely creaked which was a miracle. Heidi quickly opened her drawer making sure she wasn't disturbing her sisters. Luckily no one woke up just yet, and she dressed herself. A dress with green floral print and a light brown cardigan that would compliment her eyes, her hair and her terribly plain brown shoes. She attempted to tame her crazy curls but eventually gave up, just like every single day prior to this one. Once she was downstairs and her coat, scarf and shoes were on, she felt a slight hunger in the pit of her stomach. She was about to ignore it but I advised her to take a few cinnamon rolls with her. She did and then left the house with certainty and a wide smile that made her dimples show. She looked around the street, it all looked so much better with a golden sky like this. Why was the sky so set on being blue or grey? This was so much better. A slight breeze hit her face, her ginger curls got caught in it and blew widely behind her. Heidi giggled then twirled around, basically jumping and waltzing her way down the street. I would have smiled at her widely, she was adorable, but I'm still not close to having a physical form, as I keep repeating. A few birds whistled and the day started lighting up, slowly but surely. After walking past a few familiar houses, Heidi turned a corner and ended up in a much bigger avenue. It was still empty, but it wouldn't be for long. The town started waking up. Heidi found herself a fountain down the avenue that she decided to use as a seat. I told her to be careful and to not fall in. Heidi sort of listened and sat on the rim of it, running her

fingers over the water gently. I couldn't get over how good of a start of the day this was. The fact Heidi went out here on her own accord, so far from the house and still held a certain and confident expression baffled me. Of course I was thrilled for her, but it was incredibly  unusual. I also understood all too late why she decided to sit quite uncomfortably on the edge of a fountain—it gave her access to an unlimited water supply. Heidi Franziska was much smarter at that age than I gave her credit for. The girl started a whole new painting with an entirely different range of shades, blue and violets were dominant and I admit I did like this one more for some reason. A few people started passing by Heidi, they were either going to work or taking a morning walk, no one paid much attention to the young painter and that suited her wishes. She didn't want to be disturbed. The avenue filled up, and just as she was done with her painting she noticed the sky had completely changed again, it now looked more than ordinary. She grabbed a cinnamon roll and ate it slowly while watching the street fill up with people. She wondered where they were all headed, what their lives looked like. Women with sophisticated coats, children going to school, men in working clothes, all different and so similar at the same time. Heidi took great pleasure in watching them while still going unnoticed. After a while the sun peeked through the white cl0uds and Heidi thought she might never want to leave.

The first person to notice and even worry about Heidi was a rather short  curvy woman with a perfectly fitting dark coat. Her voluminous curls gently brushed over her shoulder and her caramel eyes glittered in the sun. I noticed her because of her concern for my Heidi. Heidi noticed her because of the deep blue colour of her coat. She looked up at the woman and smiled, before turning red with embarrassment. I shouldn't have done that, she thought.

She was about to meet one of the most important figures in her life.