VI.
Tue. 16th Dec 2014
San Diego, California
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The weather outside was fair. The rain had stopped from falling, and the sun finally rose up. However, the sky was brimmed with puddle of white clouds covering the sunlight, making the sky dim.
The windows were open, allowing the arctic morning breeze to pass into her bedroom. But in lieu of making her chilly, it gave her a refreshful feeling.
It was Felisa's birthday today, her nineteenth. And she dubiously didn't change even a bit on her features from the last three years, and she was quite inquisitive about this.
Felisa was stroking a brush of paint onto the fabric of canvas gingerly. She delicately gave her finest touches to her painting. She took a look at her work. It was almost finished. She painted him, her brother Nathaniel.
In the painting, he was holding a long-stemmed red rose and whiffing it while smiling sightly – showing his deep, cute dimple on his left cheek and his straight, perfect, white teeth.
"Do you think it's beautiful, Geoff?" she asked her dog that was lying over a thick tartan carpet on the floor.
She was sitting on a timbre stool, facing the canvas. Beside her, was a table where her painting materials were scattered. Her bedroom was full of her rough drafts, sketches and done painting. Since she started painting, her bedroom was now topsy-turvy with all her art stuffs.
Geoff whined three low but strident barks as he waggled his tail briskly, as if telling her that it liked her painting.
Someone knocked.
She stood up and trotted to open the door, as always, it was Nathaniel. He was grinning lopsidedly, and she affirmed that it was the cutest in existence.
"Happy birthday, Isa!" he greeted, smiling widely. He glinted at her room and saw a canvas, "Oh, you're painting,"
"Ahmm, yeah..." she nodded with a sweet smile.
"What are you painting?" he asked interrogatively, his hands inside the pockets of his grey skinny jeans.
"Ah, our professor told us to paint anything we wanted. But it should be something which meant a lot to us," she mumbled cordially as she tucked a few of hair tendrils behind her ear.
"Can I see it?" he asked, pursing his lips in a cute way.
Nathaniel was already twenty-year-old but he still acted so kiddish and endearing by doing puppy eyes and the pursing of lips, not knowing how it gave Felisa an urge to twinge his cheeks.
"No!" she retorted quickly, "I mean...I mean ah. It's not yet done so,"
"Ahh, alright, I understand." he smiled, "Let's go downstairs, I have something to show you."
"What is it, Nate?"
"No more asking," he tittered as he bopped her nose.
"Nah," she said with a moue.
"Just come with me," he drawled then he pulled her with him, his hand around her wrist.
They were walking downstairs when distinctive voices echoed their mansion house, singing a peppy Birthday Song in chorus at the tune of a guitar.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday,
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The Girl From The Wardrobe
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