Pleasure.

I am sitting on a comfortable couch beside a girl I have now met for the second time, sketching a bottle. Chalk coats my fingers, and I feel the need to be careful as I brush the hair from my face. The room is full of laughter, with friends talking and a guy strumming beautifully on his guitar. My roommate and I pause to stand and grab a piece of homemade brown bread and a Rice Krispie treat. Jesse and I share a joke about having to drive home sober tonight. Alvin stands in the corner and smiles as I glance his direction. The lights are dim now, and the beams barely hitting the Indian drapery strewn across framed pictures.

It is a climax of the senses. All my thoughts and emotions are heightened, yet my entire being is relaxed and comfortable. There is such beauty and pleasure in this moment. Outside snow falls, but for now, we all lounge cozily in this small smokey room with only music and chalk pastels to worry about.