Tommy's power of paint

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Tommy was currently sitting on his bed, sketchbook open in his lap, and pencils and markers scattered all over his desk. His eyes were glued to the page in front of him. All of his attention was focused on a small drawing of a dog, which was a mixture between a chihuahua and a German Shepherd. Tommy couldn't help but think about how cute dogs are and how he wished he could have one of his own, but that would mean he wouldn't draw or pretend to have one. But that would still suck, since he loved animals a lot, so it definitely wouldn't matter in the end.
After finishing up the sketch, Tommy looked at the other sketches he had made over the week. He really enjoyed making those, and they gave him a rush every time he saw one. One was a picture of a ladybug and a blue butterfly. Tommy liked making these, especially the ones that made him laugh a lot because the person drawing was so cute. Another sketch was a cat sitting on her hind legs eating ice cream. She was adorable and looked so happy. Then there was a painting of a red, white and blue polka dot balloon floating above the head of a pink and white frog. This was probably Tommy's favorite part to draw. In fact, the only thing Tommy wanted more than seeing a drawing of the frog, was drawing one himself. He loved creating new designs for projects and he liked making the drawings and having them create themselves. If Tommy had the money right now, he would go to Hobby Lobby and buy his own supplies.
Tommy was so absorbed in his drawing that he didn't realize how late it was getting until he looked at the time and saw it was 12:40. Shit. He hadn't realized how long he had been drawing and he was going to be super tired when he woke up the next morning.
Tommy stretched, standing up and shutting his book, which was lying face down on his desk, before placing the drawing he was working on in a folder he kept with his sketchbooks and pens. Then Tommy headed for the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washing his hands afterward. He dried his hands before exiting his bathroom and headed back to his bedroom to change his clothes into his pajamas.
Once Tom was dressed in his sleep clothes, which were the standard pajama set that he wore at home, Tommy walked back out into the hallway so he could turn off the light. When he turned it off, he headed towards his room and shut his door behind him and crawled under the covers, turning on his side so his back faced the window that was next to his bed so the moonlight shone through the window. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. (hello this is the person who made this story, S, I made this after some people on a discord server told me I should make it into a story so shout out to them for convincing me to write this -S)