Dreaming of Tomorrow
[Damn it’s been a long day. But I’m here. Sorry I disappeared for so long. Life has been so crazy.]
[Sorry that I’ve been away for so long. I’ve been really busy. I should be back as of later on tonight.]
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“Oh hello there.” Kaye smiled at the newcomer.
Anonymous asked: Miss Kaye, what are doing for your mom considering it's mother's day and all?
Kaye looked up from her easel at the grey face. What was she doing for mother’s day? “W-well I’m p-painting mom a p-picture,” the blonde stuttered out as if she were a small child again. She looked back at her easel. It was a self-portrait painting. Her mother always did say how much she enjoyed seeing her smiling face.
I don’t visit them nearly enough…
She snapped out of her thought and went back to painting, she had another hour before her mother got home and she wanted the painting to be done.
Rayen placed his hands in his pockets and leaned over a bit to view her work. It was beautiful indeed and she got the scenery right down to its little areas. He smiled; he couldn’t help but admire people who could create such wonderful things with their hands. Sometimes, he really wished he could have that capability. “Ah, well I was just exploring around. I never got a chance to walk all over the park and I decided to take this path. Its a really perfect place to paint and such and you have peace and quiet…”
He then chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, “Well not really now since I’m here—I tend to ramble a lot of times. If you tell me, I can go and continue about my way. I just really couldn’t contain myself when I see someone doing art!” Rayen noticed her blush and laughed a little. She was just as beautiful as the painting. He then nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re right. Frankly, I don’t like those high critics who think they know what they’re talking about. I just think that people should paint whatever they feel and not be so contained.”
“No. You can stay. It’s kind of nice to have someone to talk too. I’m usually alone,” Kaye said rubbing her arm. It did get rather lonely being in the park by herself day after day. Or in her studio. As he talked about the critics and people painting, a small smile graced a her pale face. “I agree. It’s one of the reasons why I started to paint. To just paint.” She stared off into the distance, her eyes glazing over a bit as she remembered the early days of her painting.
Shaking her head after a minute, she smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I tend to do that sometimes,” she said rubbing the back of her neck, embarrassed.
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[Boredom has hit. And I’m exhausted. Should be an interesting hour or so I’m up until I head to bed.]
“Yes, sleep is good.” She chuckled. “I don’t know what I would do without it. Sleeping is my favorite activity.”“It was mine too. Until you know,” she gestured to the picture. “I actually don’t think I’ve slept for a few days now. But that’s alright. I’ll crash soon and make up for it. That or I’ll drink coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.”
“A few days…?” Sahora was sure she couldn’t do that. And even if she did, she would probably look like a zombie. “That’s incredible, even with coffee…”
Kaye smiled. “When you love something, you sacrifice things for it. The paintings aren’t just for me to make money. I paint to bring smiles to the faces of the kids that live in the orphanage. If that means I lose a few nights worth of sleep to have a boat load of paintings. So be it. It’s worth seeing their smiles.”
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“H-hello there,” Kaye stuttered out, surprised by the sudden appearance of the man. The blue uniform told her he was a military man. What would the military want with me?
Rayen noticed he had scared her a bit from her work. He then waved his hands frantically and apologetically. “Ah, I’m sorry to have scared you! I didn’t mean to… I just… tend to say things when I really appreciate something.”
And he did. He appreciated her work very much. Rayen liked it when people could draw—he thought they were gifted and were very talented. Sometimes, he wished he could draw in such a high caliber but all he could do was medical diagrams and doodle nonsense. “Well, I think its really good and,” He smiled, “Nice to meet you, Kaye, I’m Rayen.”
Kaye laughed a little. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just not use to people walking on the side of the park. It’s one of the reasons I paint over here. That and the scenery is absolutely beautiful,” she said with a large grin. She always did love nature. Not only was it usually a breathtaking sight, it was always fun to paint with all the different colors.
“Oh thank you,” she said, her cheeks coloring a bit at the compliment. Even after all these years she got flustered when people complimented her. Rayen? That was a cute name. She smiled at the red-head. “It’s always nice to meet an admirer. Most of the time it’s little kids and big shots that don’t care about the artist, as long as the picture is good, so meeting people who like my work outside of those two categories is always nice.”
