Day 6: Nu Dans un Intérieur

Write about a painting you find online or on your walls.

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This morning I woke up feeling fluffy inside and out. The soft pillow against my cheek, the aftereffects of a generous helping of vino. My nose was the first thing to spring into action. The faint smell of coffee drifting in from somewhere carried promise. I sat up in bed, slowly to not upset the cotton filling my head. I carefully made my way over to the blinds, took a deep breath and threw them wide open. Light flooded the orange walls, danced over the painted flowers. Taking in the jubilantly blue sky, the clouds around my temples seemed to begin to clear.	今早起床，我感觉整个人都轻飘飘。我的脸靠在柔软的枕头上，这是葡萄酒喝多了的结果。我的鼻子最早苏醒，闻到了咖啡的淡香味。我坐在床上，缓慢起身，不想太过头晕，我小心地越过床前的屏风，深吸一口气，果断把屏风拉开。光线照射到橘色的墙壁上，映照着墙上的花。窗外的蓝天令人心旷神怡，太阳穴旁的白云似乎在散去。
I turned the shower to scalding heat and simply stood there, feeling my body finally shake off the last bits of fuzziness. I didn’t bother putting on a gown. Outside the window I could see nothing but blue, and the anonymity of a tourist shrouded me. I fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, secure in the knowledge that even if someone caught a glimpse of me, they would have no way of connecting this body to a real person. I would just be that to them, a nude study, a still image, a flash of skin.	我调好水温，淋着滚烫的洗澡水，感受着身体最后一丝疲倦的褪去。我懒得穿上浴袍。我只见窗外的蓝，我的游客身份保护了我。我整理完头发，刷完牙，确认即便有人看见我，他们也无法联想到我是谁。他们只会把我当作一具裸体，一幅静物画，一副皮囊。
I laid out my clothes on the bed, shields for my trip to the source of the still-wafting smell. The blue dress it would have to be, the sky called for it.	我把衣物置于床上，准备换好衣服去喝咖啡。我一定会穿上蓝裙子，好搭配今日的蓝天。

Painting by Pierre Bonnard.

Last modified on 2020-03-29