The Story of How Saturday Was Eaten For Dessert
Saturday was consumed by overintoxication and somehow productivity. Sitting on the floor, on a light purple paint-catching sheet, we ate our delights with anticipation and discussion.
While painting, we indifferently were convinced our plans were a lost cause, as neither was feeling much of anything. Looping each other under arms and over heads, the room patiently transformed.
It was not until we proudly stood back in adoration of our efforts did it creep. Once we began talking and walking it was obvious we had plunged headfirst into a frenzy that, unbeknownst to us, was going to continue until bedtime.
While painting, we indifferently were convinced our plans were a lost cause, as neither was feeling much of anything. Looping each other under arms and over heads, the room patiently transformed.
It was not until we proudly stood back in adoration of our efforts did it creep. Once we began talking and walking it was obvious we had plunged headfirst into a frenzy that, unbeknownst to us, was going to continue until bedtime.