I want to paint the smell of a brand new book being opened at the bookshop.
The sound of a howling dog in the moonlight with the birds chirping and tweeting in the bushy tips of the towering trees.
The daffodils on the wooden kitchen table that my mum loves.

I want to paint the sound of a bright red lamborghini roaring down the road.
The smell of a shaggy brown and black dog that hasn’t been washed for weeks.
The feel of the cold breeze coming through the open window.

I want to paint the taste of the summer fruits in the hot shimmery sun.
The smell of the crazy cat lady’s house at dusk, with the hundreds of cats purring and meowing until breakfast.
The little tabby cat that sits on my windowsill at night, looking up at the bright, illuminated stars.