Twisted ways

Chapter 8

My bare feet slap lightly against the wooden floor of the kitchen, echoing across the room. I stare at the yellow walls before flopping down in the chair, dumping everything out of my arms into the glass, causing a lot of clattering.

"Okaaaay." I say with a sigh, tucking my legs under me, "I'm going to clear my mind and zone out and you... Hop in? Let's see if that works."

Sounds easy.... Hope it works I have a great idea, don't ask I won't tell you.

Frowning I clear my mind and Think of math. I always zone out in math, it's so boring I mean, when will I ever use it in real life. It's kinda stupid. The wall blurs a little and I get lightheaded, but other than that nothing seems to change.

I zone out, letting my mind rest.

I don't really know how much time has passed since I zoned out, but when I come to I am staring down at my hands.

Paint of various colors covers my fingers and my arms, paint brushes litter the glass paints bottles stand open and empty, scattered across the table, a couple bottles lay in the floor. The canvas is covered in colors and I gasp.

"Oh Cole..." My nose stings and tears prick at my eyes, "it's perfect."

I mentally hug him and I picture him laughing looking down at me before wrapping his arms around me and burying his nose in my hair.

I'm glad you love it.

I wipe at my eyes and in my head I see him take my hand and glance at the picture.

"It's kinda impressive how you remembered the deer."

He laughs his amazing laugh and I see him tilt his head At the art

Surprised you noticed that little detail.

"No I'm surprised you noticed it in the first place."

I hear him laugh and we both stare at the art through my eyes.

It's me. Head tilted back, hair hitting just above the waist, the sunlight throwing blonde streaks In it. My eyes are closed lashes kissing my cheeks and the Sun highlighting my skin and lips. The forest is in the background, the deer that ran off staring up at the window at me. And at Cole. He put himself there.

Blonde hair half dark the other half lit by the Sun, bringing out his natural highlights. His green eyes shining, love clearly written all over his face as he looks down on me, his blue shirt seems to dance across his skin as if it's happy to be there, touching him. His strong arms are wrapped around my waist, his back against the wall, one leg swinging from the window sill the other bent and resting next to mine, which are curled up, tucked underneath me a coffee cup in hand the smoke visibly floating up.

Wiping at my eyes I walk to the garage find a hammer and a nail and hang it up right there In the kitchen for everyone to see.

Sorry if the descriptions suck or anything is confusing. Please leave your thoughts in the comments I would love to know what you think.