FIFTY
AlmaLying on my side, the soft white comforter wrapped around me, I stare at a spot on the wall beside my bed. It’s a small black dot, almost like an ink stain from a ballpoint pen. I can’t recall seeing it before, and I don’t know how it got there.
I remember when Leo surprised me with these painted walls. I had spent a rare day with my parents and come home to him painting our bedroom. The light blue, almost gray, made me so happy. Such a calming color. Perfect for this space. Soft, welcoming, soothing, and romantic.
The dark blemish bothers me. It needs to be fixed, but I don’t know if Leo had any leftover paint. If I try to color-match the paint and the shade is off, it will ruin the wall that Leo gifted me. I’m not sure I can risk it, but imperfection grates on me. He made it
