Ramblings

Sketching

Back aching, she bent over her sketchbook.
Every line drawn with precision.
Her eyes straining in the dying light, too focused to remedy it.
Wandering, in the world of pencil and paper.
Images in her mind slowly becoming reality.
Til finally, her flying hands stop.
Paused in midair, as she searches for mistakes.
Satisfied, she puts her pencil down.
Streeetchhes, arms in the air.
The dusk had enveloped her room, setting everything in shadow.
Her eyes burned.
A small smile settled on her lips.
Sleep overtaking her, and she slowly drooped down.
Blissfully returning to the reality of her dreams.