PaintingStrides

Rose straightened her pencils, lining them up one by one, color by color, out of pure boredom. She straightened her papers and her sketches and filled her glass of water, twice over, then set it down on a carefully-folded napkin and stared out the window. The sun was setting, slowly, and the orange-and-yellow lights that pierced through her windows illuminated the countless paintings and drawings that were lining the walls. Canvases leaned on her bed frame, a few hung above her backboard on display, and drawings were taped to the ceiling above her bed. A mural of people made the pictures, all taped together, slightly sagging from the weight.