The brush swept across the canvas, throwing hues of lively colors on it. Neon purple, pink, green, and blue, slowly took the form of a party. I painted laughing girls in flowing gowns. Their dresses didn’t match the place, but that didn’t matter. It was my painting. I was going to be the one enjoying it as soon as it dried. I had a dress I had bought from my favorite store hanging in the closet, ready to be put on. I painted several cute guys standing by the punch bowel, smiling and laughing. After painting a karaoke machine with a stack of CD’s next to it, I cleaned my brush and laid it down to dry. The painting was perfect, now all I needed was for it to dry. I shrugged out of my smock and jeans, ripped off my tee shirt, and took the dress of the hanger. Man this would be a blast. I slip