Paint a song for me.

Getting out of bed, she stretched like a dancer before letting her shoulders drop as she dragged her tired feet across her bedroom floor. She made a beeline for the master room.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she looked at her hair, evident of just getting out of bed. Her eyes were slightly puffy and rimmed in a light shade of pink from crying her eyes out the night before. Even so, she felt like the luckiest girl on the planet when she had the comforting moments of the night playing over and over again in her head. She was grateful that she had him with her, even though it was just over the phone, cause' knowing that he was listening and hearing his every breath as he spoke made her heart feel warmer than ever. The effect he had on her was simply exhilarating. He made her feel small in his love; small and protected.