Every few months, she wanted to brighten the living room. “It’s too dark in here! Can we paint it light blue?” she asked while sipping tea in her favorite chair.
He always found ways to delay. Painting was a pain in the ass, and he wasn’t fond of blue anyway. Eventually though, he bought the enamel, brushes, rollers, and drop cloths, and he set to work.
Two days later, he set a fresh cup of tea at her seat in the sky-blue room. The tea steamed until it went cold. The room was still too dark. His light was gone.
He always found ways to delay. Painting was a pain in the ass, and he wasn’t fond of blue anyway. Eventually though, he bought the enamel, brushes, rollers, and drop cloths, and he set to work.
Two days later, he set a fresh cup of tea at her seat in the sky-blue room. The tea steamed until it went cold. The room was still too dark. His light was gone.
