Fresh paint.

She sat cross-legged in a white dress. It was a hot day but the shade under the umbrella and the wind made it pretty comfortable.

‌‌The teacup sat beside a book that she'd stopped reading because she got distracted by something happening beside the fountain.

‌‌The green gardens and tall bushes were starting to bloom and show small buttons of flowers.

‌‌Suddenly the glass table became dark and she got transported to the middle of the universe. A can of paint and overalls materialized beside her and the plans for a new nebula were rolled up beside the paint.

‌‌With a brush in her pocket that she forgot she still had. She started to paint the nebula and when she was done she got sent back right where she was sitting before the tea got cold.

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