Anthony kissed me and told me to stay put while he went to the bathroom. He was disposing of the condom. I could hear water filling in the bathtub.
"Just stay there Lilian, I'll come and get you in a moment." He shouted from the bathroom.
"I can get up on my own you know..." I shouted back at hi
"Oh, my head. Am I dead? What...wait... Anthony?" He suddenly woke up and kissed my shoulder."You're not dead Lilian, morning my sweet Lilian. Don't tell me you forget about last night, cause I don't have a problem repeating it this morning." He said huskily, as he nudged his morning boner to my side intentionally.
It was Sunday and only a few students were in class, finishing off on their group projects. So it was good, less distraction. We said hello to a couple of students there, and carried on to our corner.I sent Bert back after dropping us off at campus and told him I'd give him a call when I was ready to go home.
I was making a mess at my studio, I couldn't sleep after fucking with Anthony an hour ago. So that was when I woke up and decided to paint.It has been the same since I was five. A couple of nights a week they would come to me, and I would be so scared of them. I still remembered all the mornings that I spent drawing in the corner. But it made me feel so much better afterward. I saw entities, then I need to draw to forget about them and to release my fears.
I was back in front of my canvas that morning. I like to wear just my overalls when I paint. It usually gets messy, so it was the practical thing to do.Anthony was still sleeping when I woke up this morning. Owning his own company made him quite flexible in working hours. Though he was still working, until quite late last night.
I was at my studio, still finishing off on my painting from the previous day. School today ended quite early, and I didn't have any more classes. So I decided to go straight home.That afternoon I was still feeling tired, and sleepy after last night with Anthony. We didn't get much sleep. He went to the office later than usual after he dropped me off at campus.
I woke up the next morning, feeling like my old worthless self. Knowing me, Ms. Margaret leave me alone with my thoughts. She would sometimes try and talk to me, but I was not feeling it.I could even see them in the morning now. Shadows lurking in the corner. Like they were trying to talk to me. They would shout at me, laugh at me, and suddenly cry in front of me. I would draw them in detail, I could see them clearly now.
Anthony got me a glass of wine, and join in beside me laying next to me in his bed, and pulled me onto his chest. He kept quiet as he entwines our hands, and that was when I feel his energy flowed into my body.I've never felt anything like it before. Ann told me that she had opened up a pathway, so I could be connected to Anthony. But I didn't expect this.
I've just finished my painting for that morning. My fingers were all black, pots of black and white paints scattered on the floor. I stepped back and amazed myself with the result. I felt complete and for the first time in days, I was starting to feel like myself. I was feeling more alive, more energized.I took a shower, put some clothes on, and decided to join Ann and Anthony for breakfast.