It was a rainy morning, and it was days such as these that tempted Lily to remain in bed all day. However, she knew that it wasn't possible. With a yawn, she got out of the bed and headed into the bathroom. Her towels and wash cloth were already sitting on the toilet seat lid. With another yawn, she began to undress, revealing her scarred, sliced, broken, damaged body. Her torso and legs were covered with scars and cuts; both old and new. She looked over her body before shaking her head and beginning to shower.<br/><br/>After she had showered, she changed into a simple black t-shirt, and a pair of grey sweat pants. She put her damp hair into a high bun before securing it with elastics and adding a wrap around headband. Soon, she heard the doorbell ring. With a sigh, she walked over to the door, only to see the man and his painting. He was drenched by the rain, but still came to deliver her painting. Where was his umbrella? She grabbed her umbrella from the coat hanger, placed behind the door, and handed it to him.<br/><br/>"We don't need you getting sick," she replied with a nervous smile, "You wouldn't be able to work if you were sick, so take this. I don't need it since I have another umbrella. I'll probably be ordering another painting from you in a week or two, so I'll contact you then okay?" she waited for him to hand the painting over since she didn't want to run him back into the damp, cold weather.