Does he want me to draw him now?
I slept at my professor's apartment, skipped class, and I'm still here.
How crazy am I?
Instead of leaving, I'm here, wearing his clothes, and looking at him without knowing what to say.
"I want you to draw me."
I nod, that was the proposal.
"You can sit on the couch," I find my voice. He nods, goes to the couch, and I go to his small table where my bag is. I take out my art notebook and a pencil for drawing.
I take a chair from the table and place it a good distance away from Joshua.
I decide not to just paint his face, capturing only half of his torso and going up.
I have no idea how long I spend drawing, minutes, hours, I really don't know. I only feel satisfied when it's done and I'm happy with the result.
"I'm done!" I say triumphantly. Joshu
