#WAH snippet

I was listening to my old playlists and this song played--

--and I suddenly have this image of Lei in my head and I just had to write it. This is the result. 

Her brush moved again, slowly but sure in gentle strokes that calmed her mind. It was the middle of the night, she was exhausted but couldn't sleep. Her mind was too busy and her thoughts were too loud inside her head. So, she got out of bed and picked up her sketching pad. When that didn't work, she moved to canvas and paint. 

She didn't bother to turn on the lights, if she did, one of her Guardians would probably insist to check up on her and she'd prefer to be alone. So, she moved her easel closer to the circle of light that poured in from outside the window, took a deep breath and delved deep into herself.

Here, no, Lei’s paint-tainted fingers halted mid-air, there. 

She watched colors; bright and vivid, started to take shape, obeying her hands and her imagination. The painting was going to be one of the many that covered one wall of her room from floor to ceiling. The result of several sleepless nights on these last few months; always a scenery, always something vaguely shaped and richly colored; of places that reminded her of home. 

The wisteria-weaved arbor in the Blackwood’s home that almost look like the arbor in their old backyard.

The way sunrise tainted the tip of trees with gold just like it did on the last sunrise she saw with Colin and Channing. 

The dance and sway of bonfires against a dark line of trees; a memory of the camping trips she'd taken with her boys.

An open window, shaded by trees; one that they had used to sneak inside her room. 

She sketched and painted, pouring herself into the process of creation when she missed home, only pulling back until sweat soaked her skin, her hands became too heavy and her heart too bruised. 

Always scene and moments and places.

Never people. 

Those she painted in her mind as she closed her eyes and waited for sleep; Colin with his impish smile, Channing with his clear, beautiful eyes, Santi’s beautiful hands, Natasha’s dimples, Sierra’s back—

--but never Kai. 

No, never Kai. 

Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules