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“Well, there’s no reason to make it complicated.” He faces me. “The professor said it should be something you’re passionate about while making a statement. That feeling comes from deep within. It’s already in you.”
“Yeah, but finding that one thing…”
“Just take a mental step back, and let it happen. It will come. Here…” He drops his bag to the ground and places both hands on my shoulders.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I laugh.
“Go with it.” He squeezes my arms. “Now, close your eyes.”
“This is so corny,” I object. But I do as he asked, allowing blackness to take over my vision.
“Now, relax.”
I exhale and release some tension from my muscles. “Done.”
“Now, let go of all thoughts. Clear your mind.”
“You’ve been going to too many yoga classes,” I tease.
“Shut it.”
“Fine. Meditation, on.”
“Good. Now, think of warmth.”
“I’ll do my best even though my tits could cut glass because it’s so cold.”
“Well, that’s a vision,” he says coyly. “Not that kind of warmth though. The kind that makes your heart feel excited, like it’s racing. The kind that heats you from the inside.”
I lick my lips, relax my brain, and listen to Wolfgang’s words, letting the feeling of passion overwhelm me, wrapping it around the blank vision in my mind.
“Are you there?” he asks.
“It feels like it.”
“Okay. Now, slowly let the thoughts come in while resting in that warm space.”
Under the darkness of my lids, a slew of colors—fiery and wet, purples and greens, yellows and pinks—all morph and swirl around one another. My hand slides along the formed and heated canvas of tones and shades, and then it’s gone, taking the more rigid shape of elements and molecules, like the ones I drew and painted not long ago in my bedroom.
Then…
A mouth…
His mouth.
Eyes…
His eyes.
A face…
His face.
Foster’s face, bright and endearing—surrounded by hexagons and octagons, representing different molecules—holds its place in my mind’s thoughts.
“Did anything come?” Wolfgang asks, pulling me from my trance.
My lids flutter open, refocusing to the light of day. “I’m not sure.”
