zpitt27
TARDIS
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Casey Johnson was putting the finishing touches on a painting he had started weeks ago of his wife. It started as a simple project, but as the days wore on, Casey started obsessing over the details more than ever. He wanted the painting to look just like his wife, but there were minor flaws he kept trying to fix, which only made matters worse.
Casey had been lucky enough to enjoy the career he had always dreamed of having as a child. He was able to spend his days doing as he pleased, whereas his wife had gone from job to job. They were well enough off, but there was a part of her that wasn't ready to sit at home as often as Casey did. There were days, sometimes over a week, were he wouldn't leave the house. Instead he'd be locked up in his studio working.
He glanced over at the clock and found that it was 4:30. 'She'll be home any minute now,' he thought.
Not wanting to seem as if he didn't care, Casey dragged himself out of his studio and started a pot of coffee for his wife. He waited for her in the kitchen, ready to ask how her first day at the office had been.
Casey had been lucky enough to enjoy the career he had always dreamed of having as a child. He was able to spend his days doing as he pleased, whereas his wife had gone from job to job. They were well enough off, but there was a part of her that wasn't ready to sit at home as often as Casey did. There were days, sometimes over a week, were he wouldn't leave the house. Instead he'd be locked up in his studio working.
He glanced over at the clock and found that it was 4:30. 'She'll be home any minute now,' he thought.
Not wanting to seem as if he didn't care, Casey dragged himself out of his studio and started a pot of coffee for his wife. He waited for her in the kitchen, ready to ask how her first day at the office had been.