It felt great to have a paintbrush in his hands again.
Just to be bringing life to his art after so long was enough to make him feel like he wasn’t ill at all.
It has been a terrible three days of having a cold, yet, it wasn’t all that bad, because a certain princess ensured he was very well treated.
Chad had recovered quicker than he expected, even though he still had a slight cough here and there. But he was well enough to move around on his own, and better yet, he wasn’t imagining women anymore.
She didn’t return after that night, and so Chad was starting to believe that she had been a figment of his imagination for real. In fact, when he woke up she wasn’t there with breakfast as she said she would.
Sometimes, Chad didn’t think she was a hallucination, but the
