Last night I didn't sleep for I had an amazing inspiration to actually sketch a real person. Unfortunately for me, it was five a.m. and there were, obviously, less than crowds of people to sketch. So I went through my old old old phone that is in the depths of my room and sketched everyone I could muster the talent to draw. I then proceeded to fall asleep at about ten in the A M. I woke up to find my father standing over my little nest in the living room, with a slitghtly amused look upon his face.
"Are you a cat?" He asked.
"No. I'm a no sleep."
"What is that?"
"I meant I got no sleep."
"Oh I see.Were you trying to reproduce your friends and lover in a new black realm?"
"No. I was trying to reproduce my friends so that i could have a conversation with the lot of them, but they were all too tired."
I got up to look in the mirror. I had black lines of charcoal on my face like cat whiskers and my hands were covered in black. I had black on my shirt and black on my pants. My lover walked in he door.
" You drew me?"
*i love you*