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.