Simula (Completed)

Chapter 13

NICHOLAS

This is not okay.

I'm lying on this bed for basically 3 hours and sleep had still not taken over me.

There's something definitely wrong with me.

I might as well go crazy.

"Argh!" I shouted as I transferred my anger on my pillow and threw it across my bedroom.

I wonder what she is doing right now.

What is she thinking?

She might think I'm a stalker, which in all definition of what I have been doing is not far fetched.

I gave up.

I went downstairs.

Good thing I did not wake up Manang Rosa or I will hear another lecture from her about the benefits of 8 hours of sleep.

I padded barefooted towards my studio and opened the French double doors.

I love this place.

The smell of paint and sharpened pencils calm my spirit.

I know what I need to do.

I needed to paint.

I was looking for a blank canvas to set up when I found out that it was currently out of stock.

I can't imagine this.

Out of all the time when I needed one to vent my frustration on.

I was defeated.

I slumped on the floor and laid back as I watched the stars atop my dome like skylight.

It's quite cloudy today and no stars to be seen, as I felt my eyes drooping slowly.