Cyrus POV.
Inside of Seraphina’s head.
I take a look at my surroundings the moment I enter my beloved mind.
Seraphina’s big and bright smile is the first thing I come in contact with. She is standing in front of a teak-wood easel viewing a piece of art. To the left side of her is a small worn down teak-wood nightstand, that’s covered with an artist mess. There is a small glass jar filled with paint-stained water, seven or so different sized paintbrushes, and a white tray filled with different tubs of paint.
She is wearing a loss fitting cream blouse with a pair of dark wash jeans that stop at her ankles and has a rip directly in front of her left knee. She also has on a pair of metallic gold and white shoes that look really easy to slip on. Her usually magnificent and dark waist-length
