ARIA'S POV
I painted my walls on a Saturday as I was tired of looking at the color of giving up.
Nothing too dramatic though. The landlord had approved it weeks ago and I kept putting it off because buying paint meant committing to staying, and committing to staying meant admitting this small apartment was my actual life now and not a temporary situation I was passing through on the way back to something else.
I bought the paint on a Saturday. Warm white, the kind with yellow underneath it. Two coats, one weekend and a roller I didn't know how to use properly until the second wall. My shoulders hurt for three days. The apartment looked completely different when I was done. Not bigger, just intentional. Like someone had decided to live here on purpose.
I stood in the middle of it Sunday
