3:00 am

You wake up in the middle of the night and suddenly had an urge to draw because of that faceless guy appearing in your dream once again. Typical artist.

You rose from your bed and sat at your desk, turning the lampshade on as you began scribbling on your sketchbook.

As time flew, you could feel your eyelids growing heavier and heavier, making you fall asleep once again while leaning your head against your desk.

The morning came, the sunlight softly hits the side of your face as a hand that ruffles the top of your hair woke you up.

"You up?" A voice called out, it was the guy you drew last night and the guy that was faceless in your dream. His face was revealed now, and the guy, which was him, on your sketchbook had already disappeared and came to life..