Outside was a beautiful sunny day. The windows where wide open and brought a soft wind into his room. Everyone was outside. Except him. He was inside, leaning over his canvas and taking a sip of tea from time to time. The air was filled with the scent of his paint. The paintbrush was dancing over the canvas. He was making precise strokes. The body looked so magnificent he was drawing.This piece should be perfect. This here was his dream. How he imaged his love would look like

After some time he was stretching his tired and sore body. But it was done. His masterpiece. So gracious and a true masterpiece. It looked so real. So real in fact that he was completely shocked to see the person he just drew fall out of the canvas and onto him. He looked up at you with wide eyes