𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 | 𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚡

1.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

   I'm left alone in my house with my own thoughts that I find boring.

Boring, because I've got them on my mind everyday.

They've gotten old even though I still think the same.

My own presence in my empty home being enough by itself for me.

But I can't decide if I like this feeling of loneliness or if I despise it.

The new beige couch I'm sitting on is comfortable. I'm leaning my back against it.

I'm glad that I chose it in this color. It suits the aesthetic of this living room that's also opened into the kitchen space.

One of my legs is up on the couch, resting on it and the other is hanging down to the floor, my foot feeling the material of the fluffy carpet under my glass coffee table.

The orange light coming from the interestingly shaped lamp next to my couch is lighting up my living room, giving it a comfortable atmosphere.

The mirror in front of me is reflecting my appearance which I always find myself the prettiest in.

Unless I'm tired.

Because when I feel tired, I look tired.

I can't quite stand that sight.

Not now tho. I'm well rested and had a cup of coffee before I decided to sit down here.

So I look okay now.

That's why I decided to draw myself.

My sketchbook is in my lap, my left hand holding onto it from the side.

My right hand is holding a brush with a soft tip.

Every time I go and create another brush stroke on the white paper, I softly dip the brush into the water colors that are set on the glass coffee table.

I'm focusing on painting my face now, so I'm reaching for the lighter shades of beige that are the closest to my pale skin tone.

My eyes gently trace over my own facial features in the mirror the same way that the brush traces over the facial features I've painted on the paper.

My hand slowly retraces it's way a bit further away from the paper.

I do that and take a moment to let my eyes wander over the rest of my own reflection in this mirror in front of me.

I can see myself from my head down to my torso.

A white shirt that is buttoned only up to my chest is lightly letting my left shoulder and collar bone show, the orange light giving the revealed skin accent.

I look to the upper part now.

A white bow made of silk is holding my hair in a half-up ponytail.

I made it tight, so it's holding onto my hair well.

My mom gifted me this bow.