he was sketching something, a portrait of a person that's been in his mind for a few days - you. he saw you in his dreams multiple times, and when he closed his eyes too, but he didn't understand it, after all, he had no idea who you were.

after a few minutes, the sketch was almost done, he was about to continue, when suddenly - the sketch moved, just like a real person. he couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't want to.

“you're real..? w-wait no!- you're just my imagination.. right..?”