Reality

White drawing paper lays flat on the desk, my hands rest against the sides of the paper as I stare down and draw in my mind; I picture a girl sitting alone on a step, bare foot, long dark hair, young, green eyes, and a summer dress. She is looking down at a flower she picked and has thoughtful eyes as she continues to gaze upon her newly found wonder. I grab my pencil and press it to the paper, I stop and I sigh, not knowing where to begin or how to draw it. The idea is there, vivid in my mind, but I can't put my thoughts down perfectly. I want it to be perfect, amazing, well done. When people see it I want them to ask "is that a picture?" and "did you draw that?!" I want them to be amazed and awe struck by the work of my hand to see it and wonder how it was done. I smile as I gaze upon the sheet, getting lost in my own little reality.