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i woke up. the ceiling was the first thing to greet me in the morning. i leaned on my side, smacking my lips. rubbing my eyes to try and get rid of my drowsiness, i looked to see lisa nowhere in sight.

jolting up, i went upstairs. then found her already cooking something with an apron around her hips, a spatula in her hand and a pot she's using to cook with for the food.

"oh! morning, kookie." lisa greeted, slightly glancing at me then returned her attention to the food.

"you woke up this early to cook?"

she nods, removing her apron while she was speaking. "mm-hmm. i have trouble cooking when someone's watching me. ah, but take a sip, tell me if it's good." she took a spoon, blowing on the dish before she let it near my lips.

i took it in my mouth, trying to judge its flavor. she looks at me with so much anticipation, gripping on to her hands in front of her. "w-ell?"

i nodded in approval. "yeah, it tastes good. i didn't think you even needed a judge-it's really good."

she smiled at my thumbs up, clapping her hands to congratulate herself. "wah! i'm so glad, kookie-ya, thanks for saying so!"

checking the clock hanging on the wall, i stretched my arms, preparing to take a bath to go to my art school. "i'll be back."

"okay!"

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mr. jung greeted me when i entered the room, then continued on checking out the others' works as he did his usual routine; wandering around the room.

i grabbed the suitable paintbrush for my canvass, closing my eyes as i tried imagining what i was going to paint next. i still haven't figured out why that happened yesterday. who were those two guys that made mr. jung break down in front of it?

i snapped out of my thoughts when mr. jung was already behind me, "jeon, time is of the essence; paint what you can for today, hm?"

i nodded, directing my attention back on the blank white canvass. i looked to the few colors available on the palette and started experimenting; perspiration already forming by my temples, nervous of what the outcome may be.

this time, i had my eyes widely open, to see it for myself. to make sure i was really the artist.

my brush first used the dark blue color for its background, slowly, when it was starting to dry, it painted a golden-haired woman right at the center, wearing white clothes-and white-gold wings attached to her back. lastly topping it all with gold to make it shinier. the answer is so close, i could actually feel like i know this person.

putting down my brush, i wiped off the hint of sweat on my forehead, then looked worriedly at the picture i drew; or painted, rather.

it was as peculiar as the other pictures i had painted before. this has always been a so-called 'talent' of mine since i was a kid. i would always dream of something weird, extraordinary, but most importantly-the most impossible things one could ever dream of seeing in real life. and then later on, wake up, my hand automatically painting the interpretation i had in mind regarding the dream.

"well done, jeon." mr. jung clapped his hands, causing the others to conform, as well, leaving me no choice but to bow humbly, feeling awkward for the attention i was getting.

after class, i found myself leaning against a tree, hands tucked inside my pockets, as if i were waiting for a miracle to come by. but it would seem i had forgotten something. and i only.managed to remember it when i saw iu-sunbaenim waving at me as she approached me.