Modeling
A pencil in hand and a sketchpad sprawled out, Johanna was scribbling furiously at ten in the evening. My hand searches for the lamp and I switch it on as I squint my eyes at what she's drawing.
She's making a dress.
Johanna was drawing with such speed that the papers could catch fire anytime. I almost dozed off when she said in a hoarse voice,
"Get the blankets."
Not quite sure of her demand, I grab all the blankets at the foot of the bed and hand it to her. She fashions the blankets on me like the one on the sketch.
"It's like I'm everyone's doll." I chuckle.
She doesn't acknowledge my joke so I decide to keep silent and soon enough, I'm wearing a beautiful dress of blankets thrown on me. Johanna stares at me with such pride. She makes me strut the bedroom while she sings this upbeat song.
I trip and fall flat on my face on the stony floor. We were laughing so hard and we collapsed on the bed.
District 13's cell seems less like a jail when we're doing mindless things in our room.
Sighing from laughter, I manage to say,
"Where'd you get that idea?"
"Most of my ideas come at night."
A/N:
Sorry, this was sorta crappy.