Fool (A Cavetown story)

Hazel

It was nearing midnight, and I knew it was going to be another sleepless night. I was wide awake staring at my blank, white ceiling, a Panic! song blaring through my headphones. I stood up on my bed and traced my fingers across the ceiling. Smooth. It would make a great canvas. I put on my art playlist, a mixture of some of my songs and an assortment of my favourite songs and artists. I let a few songs pass, letting myself be absorbed into the music. Polaroid came on, and my lips curled into a smile. I felt my heart sync with the beat. I squeezed some paint into a bowl, as many colours as I could find strewn about my room. My mood improved with every brush stroke that led me closer to a finished piece of work. A glob of paint detached itself from the ceiling to land smack in the middle of my forehead. I wiped it away with my sleeve and kept painting. I didn't know what my finished creation was going to look like, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was my brush against the ceiling, and the few hours of peace it was giving me. My playlist looped twice before I set my brush in water and gazed up at my handiwork. It was a galaxy stretching tendrils past the corners of my bed and inching down my wall on one side. I looked out the window and saw the same night sky meet my eyes. I knew I would come to hate what I did, but for now it was all I needed. I fell onto my bed, exhausted and let the darkness overtake me.