a little more done this morning. word count: 14511
“No. Not confused,” she said to the wall, “More like fascinated with. Interested in. I’m someone who gets interested in things and people and I have to paint them. I guess if I really understood what it was . . . I guess I wouldn’t get fascinated.” She turned to me then, the brush in her left hand, some red paint on her right breast. “I’m going to take a shower. Why don’t you make us breakfast?” And then she put her hand on the back of my neck lightly and she kissed me. I took her upper lip between mine and she took my lower lip between hers and when it was done we were both smiling uncontrollably.