The Wall

We decided to paint the living room last summer. I picked up one of every paint chart card, like I do in Boots with perfume tester sticks.

A forehead kiss and a whisper that I had paint in my hair.
Staring at three tester squares

Every day

For six weeks

Until we found the time to tell eachother that we were wrong.

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