*Lily*
I didn't remember the last time I'd slept so late. My body must have needed a good night's rest. I sat up in my bed and stared glanced at my recent paintings. Patrick and Adam were worried that I was doing too much since I had practically locked myself away and painted for days on end. I couldn't help myself; I was in a zone, and every emotion I had felt within these past few months came rushing out of me.
I walked toward the last painting I'd made before my deep slumber–a butterfly. The vibrant red, yellow, black, and orange colors were like a burning flame, which I'd felt as I painted this picture. Similar to my cave painting, the butterfly reminded me of the transformation that was taking place in my life. It was as if I was morphing into a new person, yet its beauty reminded
