For a whole month each night you saw different dreams, filled with many landscapes and situations, from weird to normal. For a whole month you saw same face. Since you were a painter, you decided to finally paint the man, you grasped in your fantasy.

Today you make last strokes of the brush. The portrait is ready. You notice a small smudge under man's eye. Your hand extends to wipe it off, when suddenly you hear:

"Could you, please, not try and poke my eye out?" He said.