Her White Portrait


She mixed the improper proportions of red, green and blue, her favorite colors, in the wooden palette. While mixing the colors, the droplets of sweat, she had, on her forehead was swabbed away with the bed-sheet, she wore at that moment to hide her nudity. The window pane was wide open and the white- curtains fly in the face of wintry breeze as it trespassed her messy room like an unexpected visitor, that time. While painting on the pure black drawing sheet fixed on the palette, she fused the colors together again for the free flow of mixture using her other fine painting brush kept in the carton. As the time passed along with her brush’s movement, she suddenly heard a serene voice from behind. She stared at him for a while to know whether he’s sleeping finely, watching their common dreams on the bed which lies on the floor beneath her feet where she’s happily standing and painting, under their white blanket. After making sure that he’s asleep, she concentrated back on her work with an awe of him and stalked on her white portrait yet to be completed within the pure black drawing sheet.

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