She didn't want to get out of bed at all today.
The thought of staring at the computer screen made her drowsy.
She stared at the ceiling while listening to The Flaming Lips.
That amazing sound.. music. Beautiful.
Pleasing to her ears
It sounded surreal
The echoes bounced off the walls
5 minutes, 17 seconds...and it was over.


Her future is a white canvas with specks of dust, badly crying out to be white washed.
White, a colour of her choice.
The mother would rather it be green
The father, blue
The friend, red

People are tugging her canvas
forward
backward
back and forth
side to side
up and down
why are they fighting to colour her canvas?
Have they lost theirs?

With a sigh, she switched on her computer, like a robot
the daily mails
real time updates from friends
facebook notifications
she glanced through them
Rarely would she check her facebook updates...
today, she did.

A pleasant surprise.

She grabbed the canvas
ran to a corner
did a little dance
kissed the canvas
and said,
"You are mine"