"Would you like to paint with me one day?" She had more than enough art supplies to share, so long as Ketamine didn't mind the dirt floor of her bedroom. She imagined that it could only be wonderful to have someone over to paint with. "It is okay if you do not think you are very good. I like all the art! I have pastels and inks and paints. Maybe you can paint the numbers you see?"
A thought occurred to her. "Am I going to see numbers too? Do you make people see numbers?" Were they normal, boring numbers? Colored numbers? Fuzzy numbers? Flying numbers? She could have asked questions forever as the various scenarious flew through her mind.
"And-- and," she stuttered. Her mind was running faster than her mouth could keep up with. "What kinds of things do you see? Do you dream of your home? I do sometimes. It was the rain forest; it is very different than New York. If you come over to paint I will show you a picture."