The sun starts to set at 7pm and Nash is up on the roof wrapped in a blanket. He told me he was drawing the sky. When he draws it's like he's in his own little world where he can do anything.
And just hearing him describe it is absolutely compelling. The look in his eye goes soft and he looks satisfied.
"it's crazy that just one stroke can make it a totally different picture... but I think that's what I love most about it. You get to paint the sky the way you want to and you go based on what you want things to be...not what they're made out to be."
He spoke as if he was in the room alone that day. Like he was just being recorded. I don't know, it was like a trance. I guess that's how it feels to be in love with something. To be so...intrigued by something.
I've looked in every nook and cranny in this house and no where is the thing I came for. It's like it completely vanished. Or maybe she took it down with her. I don't know but it's weird.
Nash doesn't really help me. Honestly I don't think he wants me doing this so he wants no part. Being cooped up in a blanket with a cup of coffee is what he wants to spend his time doing.
"Surprise." I find him leaning against the door frame with one of those pesky smiles on his face and gum in his mouth. How nice. I walk over to him and feel the lining of his shirt.
"Looks good on you. But, again, it's mine." He laughs at my words and his eyes flicker to me.
"Want me to take it off?" Nash begins to step forward causing me to step back. He takes the opportunity to trap me against the wall right next to the door frame. Being so close to him is such a foreign feeling but I don't resist.
"whoa, it's kind of- hot." I stutter a little, letting my nerves get the best of me.
My brain can't process the situation fast enough to even form a coherent thought. He smirks, suppressing a laugh and leaving me be.
"I'll go cook." he giggles to himself. For the first time in a long time I'm flustered and almost embarrassed in front of him -- because of him.
