The girl in the bathtub turned to look at Kevin. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, responding to his staring… “The dreams I mean”

“Dreams?” Kevin asked. “All I see are paintings.”

The girl moved the painting she was working on and climbed out of the bathtub. Kevin tried to look at everything besides her. She seemed to find this amusing. Yeah, all of these paintings are dreams. I make them. What did you expect them to be like?

Kevin looked around. When he had first come into the room he hadn’t seen many of the paintings besides the ones that she was working on. Now they were everywhere, covering every surface and now that he thought about it, there was far more surface and space for the size of the room. “I don’t know maybe jars or something. ”

The girl chuckled as she began to dress. “Why jars?” She asked.

“I don’t know… I guess you put the dream in them or something.”

“How would a painting fit into a jar?”