She Waits For Colors

Sitting on a mushroom she waits for colors. Her eyes exotic, I fall into them, loving them absolutely. Redraw her toes so many times, they should fall off by now. I want these toes to reflect her petite body. Finally half satisfied, I begin to draw her mushroom house. She stares at me without speaking, but deep in thought. I wait for instructions, but she is utterly silent, like many witches. I like you the best, I say, right now, this minute, today. You are my favorite. They are all my favorite on the day I draw them and the day I finish adding their paint.