My agent called me, excited.
"Ocean, I found the one who's going to make the music for 'Sense'!"
'Sense' is an exhibition that we've been planning for months.
"OK, so who's this person?" I asked, curious.
"Sit down, girl, cause this is big!"
"I...
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________________ May 8th, 2031
I got up this morning, in my bed this time, after having spent the night at Alex's the last couple of days. He was still fast asleep, on his side, his face turned towards me. I looked at him for a few moments, contemplating his relaxed expression, the lips slightly pouted, that wave of hair falling on his forehead, and I felt the need of drawing him. I wished I had pencil and pad at hand. I'll make sure to have them ready on the nightstand next time.
It was pretty early and I stayed in bed for a bit hoping to fall back asleep, but it wasn't happening. I left him a note and I went downstairs to make some coffee and taking advantage of the alone time to paint. I had that picture in my head for days, since the first night with Alex.... I felt the pressing need to put it on canvass, but I hadn't had the chance yet.
I sat in front of the white canvass for some time, smoking a cigarette. I took my mind back to that moment, and when I got there, I closed my eyes to feel –relive– the sensations in my head. Then I started flagging it with a color, and then another one, and another again, in an escalation of hues and lines and swirls, creating a detonation of colors. My breathing became faster just for remembering those moments.
I had completely lost track of time when his arm surrounded me from behind. Alex placed a slow kiss on my shoulder and his wet hair tickled my neck. I turned my head to respond with a kiss on his mouth, and his fresh scent and smooth skin gave me instant pleasure, adding to the mood that the painting was already giving me. He must have had just showered and shaved. The note I left for him said that he would find coffee in the kitchen and me in the studio. He found both.
"What is it? Or what does it represent?" He asked from over my shoulder, and took a sip from his mug.
"What does it make you think about? Let's see if you're still good at it..."
"Mmh... an explosion of... joy? Excitement? Bliss? A high. An apex."
"You still got it!"
"Is it all you're going to tell me?"
I turned my head to dot his neck with little kisses. "Yes, for now. I might tell you more later."
They have been a few days of bliss, indeed. The only times we weren't together were to run an errand here and there, and Alex had couple of commitments with some musician friends. Tom and Tayler that I already met, plus some other guy who was in The Last Shadow Puppets, that's all I know. Alex is working on something and I'm so happy about it, other than incredibly curious, but he's not revealing anything.
He invited me to go out for drinks with them after their jam (or rehearsal, or work meeting, or whatever that was), but I declined. We both needed to get out of our bubble and get the feet back on Earth for at least a night and a day, I believe. And I needed to show up at the gallery, I hadn't gone there at all this week yet.
